Though the call had come from Dawali as she worked to bundle firewood, it was not Dawali who spoke first. Like others, she gathered near the Great Fire, watching and listening and remaining cautious and uneasy as the Councilman spoke to the Tribe. Maska Ahote was family to the Chieftan, and it was with respect that she gave him audience — he was from her home, come with his Guardians for some unknown reason. This reason was quickly set to light.
Dawali had lied. Dawali had lied, and though she should have known, she had not desired to see the truth. A hand rose to cover her jaws, an attempt to stifle a vague sensation of emotional pain as her brother was ostracized before the entire tribe at the behest of their usurping Kalona. Masters were removed, appointed by unworthy hands. Dawali was titled Itawamba. Chitsa knew she should have felt sympathy for him, but he had done wrong in so many ways — claiming the title he should not have had and showing poor judgement over his council choice. There was no sympathy in her heart as her brother was forced to four legs, for it was his punishment for doing wrong, but there was vague concern — he was old and had been ill, and his condition was all that worried his youngest sister.
Among the concerns of the Gata Hineyu was the seizure of the Town Hall to the Guardians and Maska — this was where she had lived with Dawali and their niece, and there was no other home she held within the borders of AniWaya. She did not mind sleeping under the stars during the warm season, but as the air turned cold it was a horrid place to reside. Still, silence remained as she wondered if addressing the situation with their new Kalona would be worth the effort. His words, the words of the Great Tribe and the Chief and all she had been raised to respect, were not to be questioned.
Her legs carried her closer, periwinkle eyes traveling over the Guardians in turn before resting on Maska's green-marked face. The only lingered a moment before averting to his chest, unwilling to be judged alongside her brother. She never turned her eyes to Dawali as her fingers combed uncomfortably through feather-laced locks.
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