Apsis

Ralla · 07-14-2011, 01:36 PM

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Gvhihita came to the observatory with all the grace afforded spirit guides, but Ralla knew something was wrong the moment that she landed next to Nootau on the wooden perch that stood next to the writing desk. Gvhihita did not often show herself to any others, and Ralla had only briefly seen her when she had joined the tribe, although that had been the aura and not the form. But she knew it to be Dawali's spirit guide from that same aura, and was further worried when Nootau--normally so calm--began to shift from foot to foot. Without words she knew to stand, and was then led by the two outside and down the tree hut. Previously she had been writing--having blocked out her spiritual sense, which she had learned to control, in order to concentrate--but now she could feel something coming; something that did not bode well at all.

Nootau kept close to Ralla on her shoulder, but Gvhihita led on until an aura so malicious it could not be ignored appeared. The few hills that dotted the open expanse of green had previously hidden them, but now Ralla could see the five riders--including Dawali--coming closer. Standing there, she felt a chill go up and down her spine despite the summer warmth, and she fiddled with the necklaces on her neck incessantly as they neared. The children were about the village somewhere, and she was very glad that at least they weren't there. The four strangers she could see were similar in a scent she knew somewhat... The Great Tribe? Songan and Chitsa had smelled of it when they arrived, although it was not all that different from AniWaya's. What puzzled her was that Dawali seemed to be being led rather then leading. Her lips pressing into a thin line, the white wolfess observed the procession and then the etiquette that was required of her. Whoever the grey man was Dawali had deferred to him, and this troubled the mother. She stepped to the side and nodded her head--reluctantly--as she walked in time to the horse's steps, taking them into the heart of the village and thus to the Town Hall. Still, she looked back to the grey man first and felt a deep pang of danger--of threats to come--and looked past him to Dawali, forest green eyes posing a question and stating a fear. She did not like this man, and his three companions were like ice to the air around them. Even Nootau sent Ralla an image of icy blue; the emotion-color of discomfort and worry. As they dismounted their horses, Ralla took the reins and parked each one on a wooden bar meant for just that before opening the way to the Town Hall for the strangers and Chief Dawali. With a deep breath to calm her nerves, she went inside after them.

She did not know why these strangers made her so uneasy; but the spirits never lied.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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