K'mana awoke early as normal, slipping silently from her tent and into the cool morning. The desert sky was just beginning to gain the pink tinge of sunrise. She silently moved through the camp until she was standing outside the small settlement with a unblocked view of the horizon. It was there she knelt and prayed, greeting the morning sun and Azeyma.
When she returned to her tent much of camp was beginning to rise, and she slowly lifted her tent flap to enter noticing a small note in the sand. She scooped it up and slipped inside. She looked across the tent and smiled, K'rei was still fast asleep. The two women had shared the tent since the time they met 4 years ago. K'mana looked up to the slightly older woman like a surrogate sister. K'rei was incredibly skilled with spear and lance, and K'mana remembered how that skill had saved her life all those years ago.
K'mana sat near the opening of their tent and quietly scanned the contents and smiled. She had 4 summers on K'ailia but already that young woman was sweeping through the camp like a breath of fresh air. K'mana set the note down and slowly picked up her worn tome, her fingers brushing over the leather. She opened it, and began to read. While it would be K'ailia's job to look to the future and take them there. It was K'mana's task to provide her with answers and wisdom taken from the annals of time. She smilied, the Elders were sticklers for tradition and as they grew older they found comfort in convention. But, they often lost sight of the fact that their own histories were filled with change.
When she returned to her tent much of camp was beginning to rise, and she slowly lifted her tent flap to enter noticing a small note in the sand. She scooped it up and slipped inside. She looked across the tent and smiled, K'rei was still fast asleep. The two women had shared the tent since the time they met 4 years ago. K'mana looked up to the slightly older woman like a surrogate sister. K'rei was incredibly skilled with spear and lance, and K'mana remembered how that skill had saved her life all those years ago.
K'mana sat near the opening of their tent and quietly scanned the contents and smiled. She had 4 summers on K'ailia but already that young woman was sweeping through the camp like a breath of fresh air. K'mana set the note down and slowly picked up her worn tome, her fingers brushing over the leather. She opened it, and began to read. While it would be K'ailia's job to look to the future and take them there. It was K'mana's task to provide her with answers and wisdom taken from the annals of time. She smilied, the Elders were sticklers for tradition and as they grew older they found comfort in convention. But, they often lost sight of the fact that their own histories were filled with change.
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K'mana
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