The power of the broom

[Dawali Amara]

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Sorry for the wait, but you know the story so And yah we could probably kill this one, maybe post one more time if you want or something? Word Count: 549 Dawali nodded as Ember suggesting a cleansing ritual. Unfortunately, he could do no such thing. He knew of the spirits that aided his people, but the humans were a wholly different people, although perhaps not so strange to themselves. The spirits that lingered in the old human cities were beyond his own help, although naturally he wished to help them free themselves of their burdens. They were pained and broken, and their presence made him feel bad, depressed and lonely, even if such feelings had not been present in him before he entered the place. We could.. but it wouldn't help them, the poor things. Though I will still go with you, if you want me to come along - I really should have mapped this place up already. He smiled at the femme, a gentle and small smile - not often did something aside from children or his daughters bring forward one of the properly great smiles. Then again, his small smile was still reserved for certain people, in most cases of politeness and such he would just use a silent nod. Her tale was a similar story as his own - not knowing where one's loved ones were, and whether they were alive. Now Asha too had left him - but in search of the others. He could not leave, and perhaps that was what she had seen - that she was the only one now that Ayegali wasn't around much, to go back and find the others. He sincerely hoped she would find something, and was secretly worried sick that she would hurt herself. What if something terrible and violent had happened to the others? If so she would be in great danger. He trusted Yaya, her spirit guide, to bring him the news should anything happen, though. The little annoying bird was useful sometimes. The male nodded to her last inquiry before he started to answer the prior, picking up one of the heavy bags of garbage on the ground before him. They had slipped out of his mind now that they had been standing there talking. The tribe consisted of several larger families and some smaller bloodlines. Then there were several other tribes - if one traveled for a bit - that had other bloodlines and families. Often we would try to meet at least every eight years, and then the young ones would perhaps find their future mates, if they had not done so within the tribe already. Any couple then decided which tribe to stay in and the like. So we generally kept to our families, and there were many links back and forth. We were all one big family, or at least that's what we liked to call ourselves. His voice was laden with nostalgia as the tale of his heritage (for in a way that was what it was) and family was put forward. He did miss them all, and he was not used to being alone like this. The tribe here had many members, but now he was the only one left who was profoundly AniWayan. His feet carried him forward as he continued to share his history with the dark female - he would speak to whoever was interested. It was important to know where one came from.

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