K'deiki had returned to the Elders' tent for only a short time, long enough to conclude their prayers and finish arranging their belongings. The actions were as familiar as breathing to the Elders, and to K'deiki, like to all of them, this was a great comfort.
Rather than linger further in the sanctuary of their tent, however, the old, withered woman left K'takka and K'jhanhi to their quiet and ventured beyond the drake-hide walls. Her old ears could not pick out sounds as they once had, and her eyesight made the waning twilight a wash of shapeless grey, but her old nose had not yet failed her. She smelled the leaving of the huntresses and, leaning heavily on her walking stick, sent them one last, silent prayer for success. A few family who remained behind cast respectful, if perhaps concerned, glances her way before continuing about their business.
Then she smelled the smoke of a renewed fire, and the old woman began to walk. The colorful cloth that wrapped her hunched body shifted over a far different ground, her feet settling against firmer dirt than the dunes of the Sagolii. Her nose led her between a number of tents that stood as only darker shadows against a vague, grey space. She trusted her remaining sense, her feet, and the stick that kept her upright to take her where she sought to go.
The Tia's scent became more noticeable when she neared the fire, along with the sharp, dry smell of salted meat. She paused, body curving forward as she worked to catch her breath and strength, and then finally spoke, "Twice now you have sought to teach our young new things." Her thin voice ended in a thick cough.
Rather than linger further in the sanctuary of their tent, however, the old, withered woman left K'takka and K'jhanhi to their quiet and ventured beyond the drake-hide walls. Her old ears could not pick out sounds as they once had, and her eyesight made the waning twilight a wash of shapeless grey, but her old nose had not yet failed her. She smelled the leaving of the huntresses and, leaning heavily on her walking stick, sent them one last, silent prayer for success. A few family who remained behind cast respectful, if perhaps concerned, glances her way before continuing about their business.
Then she smelled the smoke of a renewed fire, and the old woman began to walk. The colorful cloth that wrapped her hunched body shifted over a far different ground, her feet settling against firmer dirt than the dunes of the Sagolii. Her nose led her between a number of tents that stood as only darker shadows against a vague, grey space. She trusted her remaining sense, her feet, and the stick that kept her upright to take her where she sought to go.
The Tia's scent became more noticeable when she neared the fire, along with the sharp, dry smell of salted meat. She paused, body curving forward as she worked to catch her breath and strength, and then finally spoke, "Twice now you have sought to teach our young new things." Her thin voice ended in a thick cough.
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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
