Skins were stripped from the sands, stakes from ropes, sticks from tents, everything laid flat and wrapped in bundles. Nothing was to be left behind except for the marker that would direct errant tribesmen northward, and this was being erected by a huntress as K'ile returned to camp. It was a small construct of wood and string, with branches pointing in several directions, colored ornaments decorating it. Only a member of the tribe would be able to read it and discern the direction the tribe had gone. To outsiders, animals and Amal'jaa, it would be useless.
K'ile found the elders gathered near the cart that he had brought to the tribe, Chocobo yoked to it and supplies stacked high in the back. In addition to food and alchemical supplies, it was also adorned in the many fetishes and charms that would keep the tribe safe for the duration of the trip, items which the Elders usually had to carry in hand. K'ile and a couple of huntresses aided the Elders into the cart, and K'ile was about to mount the front of it to steer it when K'takka informed everyone that K'ile was not permitted to drive carts or chocobo anymore.
His ears burning and face red from embarrassment, K'ile instead walked beside the cart, his tail shivering. The first place the cart went was to the healer's tent, to receive the wounded Nunh and a man that K'ile saw as an interloper: K'hai. The tiny Tia thought it would be wise to hold his tongue for now, and he did, though he surreptitiously attempted to judge K'yohko's strength. If the Nunh was too weak, the coming fight would be meaningless. Perhaps a week-long delay was called for after all.
Except for the cart, everything was to be carried or dragged on tarps connected by rope to the chocobo, or even dragged by hand. Thick cloth tarps had been laid out and piled high with clay pots and bowls. Everything the tribe possessed, used or created was to be taken with them. Nothing would be left behind. Within hours, the movement of sand would have concealed even the indentations of their tents, and because of paranoia of Amal'jaa following them, they would cover their own tracks as they went.
K'ile found the elders gathered near the cart that he had brought to the tribe, Chocobo yoked to it and supplies stacked high in the back. In addition to food and alchemical supplies, it was also adorned in the many fetishes and charms that would keep the tribe safe for the duration of the trip, items which the Elders usually had to carry in hand. K'ile and a couple of huntresses aided the Elders into the cart, and K'ile was about to mount the front of it to steer it when K'takka informed everyone that K'ile was not permitted to drive carts or chocobo anymore.
His ears burning and face red from embarrassment, K'ile instead walked beside the cart, his tail shivering. The first place the cart went was to the healer's tent, to receive the wounded Nunh and a man that K'ile saw as an interloper: K'hai. The tiny Tia thought it would be wise to hold his tongue for now, and he did, though he surreptitiously attempted to judge K'yohko's strength. If the Nunh was too weak, the coming fight would be meaningless. Perhaps a week-long delay was called for after all.
Except for the cart, everything was to be carried or dragged on tarps connected by rope to the chocobo, or even dragged by hand. Thick cloth tarps had been laid out and piled high with clay pots and bowls. Everything the tribe possessed, used or created was to be taken with them. Nothing would be left behind. Within hours, the movement of sand would have concealed even the indentations of their tents, and because of paranoia of Amal'jaa following them, they would cover their own tracks as they went.
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