Her days had been conflicting as she went about her work. The sense that Dawali had done something wrong left her unable to focus — through tradition, the Etikaiele Gata was wrong. It didn't matter the circumstances. The family unit was the single most important part of the AniWayan world and she was wrong to be in the position she was. A mateless mother, a shameful blight upon the lands of AniWaya, and in a position that caused problems within Chitsa. She was raised properly, to offer respect to those who deserved their respect, but she could not respect what Ralla was. There was no reason she should have had to. Dawali was wrong in his judgement.
Hands bundled the wood as they always did, staying quiet in the attempt to remain invisible to the AniWayan eyes. Mongwau simply watched from the ground, again doing the foolish task of pecking like a chicken in an attempt to cheer up his friend — she didn't acknowledge him as he went about his work, though when he squawked the arrival of another, she looked up to the call. Blood ran cold as her periwinkle eyes saw who had come to the Great Fire, though she had expected it sooner or later. Her eyes hardened and she straightened, head held high while eyes averted only a miniscule amount. She would not force herself to offer more respect than that of the position of Etikaiele Gata for someone so foolish.
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