Having positioned the bones, K'takka stepped back from the fire. She grinned at it, the wood honest and dry. Real wood that would crackle and shout, roaring in the voice of a lion to the sun in the same way a wolf howls to the moon. The old, dark woman stood like burnt wood in tanned leather, silver eyes gleaming from beneath the wiry brambles of her hair, and her claws shifted. She shook her wrist and the red stones clicked, flickering. Their power was not diminished from having given one of the stones to K'mih. They were still many, still powerful, the soulstones of the firedancers of the past.
Her next part in this ritual was simple. Normally she would light the fire with a spark, but not today. Today, she shook her wrist, and the firedancing stones lit up.
Shapes illuminated in the pile of wood, tracing the lines of bones she lain. The bones resting along the wood immolated, red heat lifting from them and tracing the shapes, giving them definition, taking shape. Plumes of fire lit on the two dozen shapes as they stirred, small birds with bodies of flame perched on the wood. Their heads turned about, looking at the Miqo'te gathered around them. Then they spread their wings, and spread their bodies, and flattened across the wood.
They became the bonfire, sinking into the fiber of the wood and crackling across it. The flame dropped fast into the kindling, growing hot an instant later, and reaching high above the gathering. It crackled and spat, howling with the rush of eat. K'takka took a far step back, smiling up at it, chuckling at the ferocity of the fire she'd lit.
Her next part in this ritual was simple. Normally she would light the fire with a spark, but not today. Today, she shook her wrist, and the firedancing stones lit up.
Shapes illuminated in the pile of wood, tracing the lines of bones she lain. The bones resting along the wood immolated, red heat lifting from them and tracing the shapes, giving them definition, taking shape. Plumes of fire lit on the two dozen shapes as they stirred, small birds with bodies of flame perched on the wood. Their heads turned about, looking at the Miqo'te gathered around them. Then they spread their wings, and spread their bodies, and flattened across the wood.
They became the bonfire, sinking into the fiber of the wood and crackling across it. The flame dropped fast into the kindling, growing hot an instant later, and reaching high above the gathering. It crackled and spat, howling with the rush of eat. K'takka took a far step back, smiling up at it, chuckling at the ferocity of the fire she'd lit.
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