spirits guide us through the night

Chitsa Amara · 07-21-2011, 08:03 AM

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Date: 21 July

Setting: Town Hall/Ceremonial Grounds

Time: Mid-afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Requested Participants: 1 or 2

Participant Preferences: AniWayans only, please.

Ideal Participant Speed: At least one post per week; more if possible.

Ideal Thread Length: Mid-length.

Other: This is going to be a rank thread, so someone who could either help her replace the torches that need to be replaced or keep her company while she defats the animal and lights the ones that are already there would be great.

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Days had been transformed into something fare more similar to what she was familiar with, and her skills had flourished since the meeting at the Great Fire. Though she was concerned for the well-being of her brother — Dawali's age and the injury he had been recovering from upon her arrival had hampered further her ability to be true to law and simply ignore his existence — she had managed to push him aside for her profession, as well as for the safety of her family's name. Perhaps it was selfish of her, or perhaps she was cruel for it, but their mother had suffered so much already to lose children simply for the mistakes of one son. She was sure that Dawali would have understood, even if others could not.

Maska had been kind enough to allow her to remain in the Town Hall despite the fact that he'd claimed it for himself and his guardians, and in return she'd found herself replacing Dawali with the group — she took it upon herself to ensure they received the hospitality that they, as a Councilman and Council guardians, deserved. Of course, she was incapable of being there at all times, nor did she want to be a permanent piece of furniture within the town hall. That day was one such day. Rising early to put together a simple morning meal for the hardworking Councilman and the Guardian trio, she left the building with her simple leather bag and tools to finish the task she needed to complete before nightfall.

It took several hours for her to return, only marginally worse for wear as she dragged the half-eaten carcass of a badger behind her — she'd been lucky to find it, instead of having to hunt it herself, since she was far from a useful hunter. The corpse was brought to the edge of the fire, past it to the wall of the Town Hall. There, she sat. The tools were dug out, from the simple bone knife to the half-burnt torch used to light the way in the dark. Her task was easy enough — separate the fat from the muscle and other tissues, to be burned as the sun went down in order to light the path of the Tribe. Preparing herself for the work ahead, she paused to tie back her feather-and-bead adorned locks, before diving in to the work at her lap. Song came forth, the melodic, guttural sounds of AniWayan folk music clearing the air of silence.

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