As the Etikaiele Gata requested of the Gata Hineyu, Chitsa met her green gaze, but her eyes did not display any less but utter distaste. Her words brought about a look of bordem — she was there to criticize her handling of the obnoxious little girl who ran about willy nilly, asking questions of strangers in a way that was simply inappropriate in accordance to AniWayan code. Her arms crossed before her chest and she weighed her own words before allowing herself to speak. "The white one who asks too many questions and reveals too much. Yes. You need to teach her the proper way of interacting with strangers in the Tribe, the AniWayan way. You are the Etikaiele Gata after all. You should know more about our ways, or you can never hope to be a true AniWayan." Her words were hard, honest, and her eyes showed no guilt in what she said. It was better that the woman learned now rather than later what it meant to be a real member of the Tribe.
She allowed her body to relax, leaning over to finish the task of handling the wood for the fire. Chitsa was not the type to allow someone else to hamper her ability to do her job — she was a determined woman who had never allowed an argument ruin her work, though arguments frequently ruined her days. Hot-headed as she was, she had a task to do, and Ralla didn't warrant her full attention any longer.
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