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Her Spirit Guide Atisia (male American Marten) is visible
She heard Luna's call loud as day, and Atisia jumped down from his seat in the Town Hall and moved to the door. "Must I?" The councilwoman was not one to skip her duties, but the project of their crops was one where she felt utterly useless. She had been the organizer when they plowed the fields, but other than taking the lead, she really was quite useless. The marten looked at her disdainfully and she reluctantly got up, as if a stubborn child. "You said it yourself; no crops, no animals, no delicious food to keep us safe come scarcer moons." She hated how he was always right, not at all being used to being led by anyone. The brown female was in the oldest litter in her family, and it showed. Only the expression it led to today was more of the younger sister, the one who will do the opposite of what they are told time and time again.
Atisia slipped out of their door and Ulilohi followed, if for nothing else than eager to trot over there and make use of her body. She was fairly certain that she would fail miserably at whatever task Luna had in store for her, though, and attempted to convey this to the marten, who now spun along the path ahead of her, rather than sitting on her shoulder. He arrived to the fields and to Luna minutes before her, and she brushed up her mood before coming in sight of her, one arm raised in greeting. "Unalihelitseti, Luna. How can I help?" Atisia eyed her from the ground at her feet, and she imagined it was a smirk that she could see, one of his corner teeth poking out over his lip. Avoiding looking at him, she focused on Luna, waiting for something to do. This was not Ulilohi's field, and she knew nothing of how it worked.
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