The heat from the fire had merged with the growing heat of a desert day on K'deiki's face. She and the other elders watched the flames shiver and ripple in liquid form as the tribe argued around them, feeling the weight of each point dropping from desperate mouths like stones. Their voices and thoughts tumbled about and over and through one another until, as the sun climbed higher skyward, K'deiki heard them finally slipping into a cohesive strain. A joining, an almost agreement.
The old woman stood, her actions stirring K'takka and K'jhanhi next to her from their own thoughts. Both looked up and around at the tribe, the former with as inscrutible an expression as ever, the latter ever with judgment on his mind. At this, K'deiki smiled and lifted the hand that now held the stone sigil towards the spread of blue above them.
"So it has been said and heard before she who walks the sky," K'deiki intoned, her words carrying with enough strength to settle the remaining murmurs amongst those gathered.Â
To one side, the eerily tattooed face of K'takka angled upwards, though her gaze remained on the fire. One hand she brought forth from the cloth shrouding her in a gesture of supplication. "We keep faith that each who has spoken here has done so with the sake of the tribe in mind and heart, even," she paused, closing her hand into a wrinkled fist, "when we might not agree."
"But listening will only take us so far," K'jhanhi's voice rumbled out, low and strong despite his age. "Action is what will save us, not debate. So action we will take." He turned faded yellow eyes to K'ile then, brow pulling down, "Take with you those who will go, and see what other lands we might call home. That initiative will keep our people secure."Â
"While you are away, we will confer with our own hearts and Azeyma's wisdom, with our family's words as our guide," K'deiki finished, bowing her head briefly. "We will not linger with a decision, but neither will we make one in haste. Go now, all of you, and take what we can of this day, and the next." She turned from the fire then and, with a muttered prayer, began to move back through the crowd, back to the shelter of their tent. The other elders followed close, features solemn.
The old woman stood, her actions stirring K'takka and K'jhanhi next to her from their own thoughts. Both looked up and around at the tribe, the former with as inscrutible an expression as ever, the latter ever with judgment on his mind. At this, K'deiki smiled and lifted the hand that now held the stone sigil towards the spread of blue above them.
"So it has been said and heard before she who walks the sky," K'deiki intoned, her words carrying with enough strength to settle the remaining murmurs amongst those gathered.Â
To one side, the eerily tattooed face of K'takka angled upwards, though her gaze remained on the fire. One hand she brought forth from the cloth shrouding her in a gesture of supplication. "We keep faith that each who has spoken here has done so with the sake of the tribe in mind and heart, even," she paused, closing her hand into a wrinkled fist, "when we might not agree."
"But listening will only take us so far," K'jhanhi's voice rumbled out, low and strong despite his age. "Action is what will save us, not debate. So action we will take." He turned faded yellow eyes to K'ile then, brow pulling down, "Take with you those who will go, and see what other lands we might call home. That initiative will keep our people secure."Â
"While you are away, we will confer with our own hearts and Azeyma's wisdom, with our family's words as our guide," K'deiki finished, bowing her head briefly. "We will not linger with a decision, but neither will we make one in haste. Go now, all of you, and take what we can of this day, and the next." She turned from the fire then and, with a muttered prayer, began to move back through the crowd, back to the shelter of their tent. The other elders followed close, features solemn.
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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
