The first breath K'deiki took after the fire lit was one of the clearest she'd taken in years, or so it felt to her mind. She kept her face upturned, feeling more than seeing the growing glow of flames before her. The burning wood smelled different in this place than anything they'd burned in the Sagolii, but that did not worry the elder.Â
"Many things are different now," she spoke her thoughts slowly, her voice carrying easily through the respectful hush of the tribe. Unseen by her, K'jhanhi's yellow eyes turned her way, heavy and tired but dutiful. "Many things may continue to change. But we cannot be shackled by fear. The fire here burns just as our fires in the sands, and so will we as well. We will sleep under new stars, but they are still stars. We will hunt new prey, but their meat will still fill our bellies, shelter our heads, armor our skin. I have great hope that new lines will begin here soon, new eyes created that may have never seen our ancestral sands but will still know out tribe's heart. When we burn and bury the dead, their ash and bones will find great rest and welcome still in our Warden's arms." Milky eyes crinkled and she turned her gaze forward to the fire then. It appeared in her vision as a golden blur against shadow, but she saw it more as a gateway to new life.
The heavy wrinkles drawing her face creased further, pulling thin, old lips into a smile. "And when we dance with the fire, our spirits will still alight."
"Many things are different now," she spoke her thoughts slowly, her voice carrying easily through the respectful hush of the tribe. Unseen by her, K'jhanhi's yellow eyes turned her way, heavy and tired but dutiful. "Many things may continue to change. But we cannot be shackled by fear. The fire here burns just as our fires in the sands, and so will we as well. We will sleep under new stars, but they are still stars. We will hunt new prey, but their meat will still fill our bellies, shelter our heads, armor our skin. I have great hope that new lines will begin here soon, new eyes created that may have never seen our ancestral sands but will still know out tribe's heart. When we burn and bury the dead, their ash and bones will find great rest and welcome still in our Warden's arms." Milky eyes crinkled and she turned her gaze forward to the fire then. It appeared in her vision as a golden blur against shadow, but she saw it more as a gateway to new life.
The heavy wrinkles drawing her face creased further, pulling thin, old lips into a smile. "And when we dance with the fire, our spirits will still alight."
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
