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Atisia (marten) is visible :3
Gemma looked at them as they all arrived, and seemed to struggle to control herself as she was handing over the children to Ulilohi. It was a touching thing, this ceremony. Ulilohi had always thought that the first naming ceremony she would witness would be the one of her own children, not one she would perform as the leader of a tribe. In fact, if she had ever thought that thought as a younger female, she would likely have been appalled at herself -- to think such a thing? It was just too unlikely. While the ceremony was carried out, Gemma was not the only one who fought to contain her emotions, as Ulilohi experienced and explored a great feeling of responsibility for the first time. Sure, she was their leader -- but a duty-bound responsibility was different from the one she experienced in this situation. These tiny lives, the lives of future generations, their fates and their work -- she was their safe keeper, their guardian, spiritually and in the flesh. It was a difficult thought to grasp, but the weight of it made her react with a strong burst of grateful awe. Her face did not twist with the emotion, but it was there, her hands trembling.
The quiet, pale female named each child as she was given them back to her, and Ulilohi kept quiet as she spoke, as if only to the child. After Nate had been given his name, Gemma thanked her, and the brown-pelted female merely nodded. "These are good names, Gemma. Unelanvhi udadolisdi." She gave a grave dip of her head in respect both to the mother's decisions and the prayer she had just said, with hopes for the children. In truth, they were the most precious living things in the tribe, and she would treat them as such, even if they were too little to understand what was going on. "Come," she paused, glancing at the strangers. "Everyone," she finished. Her deep voice was hushed -- there were no sounds there that it needed to compete with, aside from the trickle of the river. Beckoning with her hand, she urged the others to join her, and she trod onto the path they had come to the river bank with. Gemma was the center of attention, and Ulilohi would follow her, not the other way around. She waited for the pale female to step in front of her and lead the way, indicating it with body language instead of words.
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