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Ralla appeared understanding of her views, albeit somewhat blunt. The discussion of rank and advancement was not something Ulilohi had anticipated as the topic for a first introductory conversation, but it could be that Ralla was attempting to size her up. It could be bravery or boldness. However, for now it seemed to Ulilohi that she was merely impatient, but willing to play her part. No one who was not willing would be someone not fit for AniWaya, but individuals often chose to express this will through action. Her bringing it up swiftly and determining it openly could only support her case in Ulilohi's eyes. She nodded as the pale female shot in a sentence. "You can repay the chance by completing it honorably, Itse. Honorably, nigadv kaliwohi with respect," she urged. The profession she chose to prove her knowledge of was perhaps one of the most key professions in their tribe, and respect was a quality she sought for one such as that, more than anything. So far, although Ralla had been submissive enough, Ulilohi had not yet been able to decide on how she felt about the pale female in regards to that aspect. This conversation's hurried change onto the subject of rank was not necessarily a positive sign.


Ulilohi smiled as Ralla hurriedly ended the conversation as if she had pressing arrangements. The newly promoted councilwoman had no doubts that the pale one was a busy one, she seemed the kind that would rather have tools in her hand than a quiet hour. It was quite understandable, and they ahd both traveled far. It was quite random that they should meet here, both on their own little journeys in a foreign pack. Well, "foreign" pack - Crimson Dreams was, apparently, well-known to anyone but herself. The other bowed deeply and awaited her response, and Ulilohi lowered her head as well, though she did not bend her back. Crimson Dreams or no, Ulilohi was still the councilwoman. It was good that Ralla recognised this. "Donadagovi, Itse. Please fare well, unelanvhi udadolisdi, and greet our friends." Ulilohi had always grown up with that little prayer. Her grandfather had always used it to express hope or give a blessing (or sometimes almost ask permission) by the spirits upon the conversation partner. Thus, Ulilohi blessed the journey and Ralla's work. She was not certain if Ralla had heard it before, but the tribe would soon become used to her use of it - it slipped out whether she wanted it to or not!



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