The Language We Covet

Ralla · 08-29-2011, 02:13 PM

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(Nootau: Visible)

In the observatory Ralla sat at the small desk, awaiting the arrival of her tribe mate, Luna. It was a little after dusk, and the candles burning in the hut let their wispy strands of smoke drift to the opening in the ceiling, losing themselves in the dark night. It would be awhile before the new moon decided to peek out, and it was rather cloudy that night, so the candles would have to do for the time being.

At their meeting, Luna had asked to learn more about AniWaya--culture, language, all that it was--and Ralla had graciously accepted to teach her it. There was a time when she had retained her title that these teachings were regular at the Great Fire, but now she could only feel its warmth from a distance, banished by her demotion. But it was no time to reminisce: Luna would soon be there. Nootau sat on his perch as usual--a bird of habit if nothing else--and watched as Ralla went about the room straightening things up. The sand table had finally been properly made, and Ralla had many planned uses for it. Instead of charting the stars tonight, however, it would act as a reusable writing tablet so that they may not waste ink or paper. All of Ralla's writing utensils sat on their shelves neatly, and below them were hundreds of manuscripts, in a sense. Some were scrolls, others bound copies with string, and more still only stacks of paper. But each was a chronicle of legends, songs, lore, and all things of the culture she had learned. In fact, she was only partly done--there was still so much more to write. The walls, decorated with the constellations in a bright white paint to be stark against the dark brown, still seemed dim in the candle-light, but still, the light would suffice.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Luna Sabino · 09-05-2011, 12:40 AM

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314(+2) :: Sorry for the late reply XD i want to make sure...are they in the tree house?

Before parting to the place where she had arranged the private meeting with Ralla, Luna decided that it was a good time to look over her supplies. In fact, she had gotten absorbed by the task of separating the dead and unuseful plants from the fresh ones, counting her needles, and checking that all the bandages were clean that she had almost forgotten about the appointment. It wasn't until a dead gaze fell on her and reminded her that she was supposed to be somewhere else that she ran towards Ralla's home, thanking the ghost as she passed by her.

She had not visited that particular place before, but it was easy for her to track it down by Ralla's and Ayasha's smell. It was all over the place. The masked woman grasped her silver necklace as she neared the place, a habit that she had acquired since she met Kali. That gesture meant that she was a bit anxious, in this case, by the new things that she was about to learn. Little had she learned when she first stepped on AniWayan lands, let alone know the language that some of the members spoke. It seemed to be an important language here, and the fact that she barely knew it made her feel ignorant. So she took the opportunity to speak to one of the most respected AniWayan members, Ralla, to teach her more about the Great Tribe, which seemed to be the place from which AniWaya was originated. But she wouldn't learn anything by standing there, only a few feet away from the woman's residence, so she let out a soft howl to make her presence be noticed. "Ralla?" She asked. There was some light coming out of the windows, but she wanted to make sure that whoever was using that illumination was the white-pelted wolf that she had come to see.

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"

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