I did just a weave around the wagons. I didn't know where to go, but I did. I could smell a hint of dancing sage. Its swirls of phantom play was merely a figment of my own mind, but in a way it wasn't. It was the curled beckon of fingered trace of the path I am to go. So away I went. I walked in the colorful darkness. Letting my eyes close, and fingers curl in the hold of the breezes hand. One can be amazed at what they can see when their eyes are closed. It was always a thrill for myself as a child. My Grandmother can't see, so I didn't need to also. I would sit for ehns content with stories told from the breeze from the music of each blade of grass strum like the most magical of harps. They always spoke to me. I was just thinking on the fight of the ebony of birds, so perfect in the base of the blue Sky. It would swirl and swoop, flying so far, yet not moving one hort. It had a golden beak, and pearl talons. Flawless the rich color darker then anything that can be seen.
Just as I wanted to reach out and cup the bird in my palm when it just combusted in a sparkled shimmer of gold across the formation of clouds. It was then I opened my eyes and saw a man. Not just any man, but THE MAN, himself. I was in a locked moment of revered glory, suckling the air of suspense for whatever words might be said. "Did you fall off a kaiila or something?" If this was what I had been living my life to hear, then I was just confused. I let the pondering of maybe finding a kaiila and just leaning over enough until I did fall, to get the inner explosion of what these words really meant. I decided, that would be rather silly. Not that I might not do it later, but right now, I was busy. From the odd look THE MAN gave, I was doing this inner dealings a bit to long. I proceeded to introduce myself. "My name is Noelani, I am the Seventh Child and Third Daughter of the Warrior and Haurspex Yenastat, who died 16 years ago from a battle on Paravaci lands, and his mate Egasinu, who died just hands afterwards from a broken heart. I was raised by Tachila, mate of the Warrior and Haurspex Gillex. I have come to try to find my place amongst the first wagons and learn from the elders of the Clan, so that I might find where I belong, and how to serve my tribe fully." I am still not sure if maybe I said to much in my spill of family, cause the only motion I got was a thumb to the wagons to the East, and told to find the Haurspex Tarra. Repeat everything I just said, and add something more stuff for flavor. Flavor? I wondered what the flavor would be across my tongue when I said it. I was sure I would soon find out. I thanked him, and with a kiss of lashes at the close of eyes, fingers curled back in the warmth of my palm, me and the breeze were off towards the wagons of Haurspex Clan.
I paused by the outer of the wagons, they were very warm. Warm against my skin, and I felt its warmth just absorb into my heart. I have a "Tal" to any that neared giving out my linage with confidence, though I didn't hear a bit of my own words in the struggle and bang of my heart just a furious song in my chest. I told of whom I was waiting for, and I would wait all day for her arrival. I was sitting in the grass, running tips of fingers over the delicate blades. I was very careful, never would purposely let one crease, or even be released from its earthen home. The ground told of steps, the air of its musical tune of beads and shells. The dance of sage seemed richer in its wrap around me.
I gave a polite smile, what would happen next I had no idea. I stood solid ground, glad I wore my good boots. Introducing myself, adding in a story of my Mother, the beautiful story of course, of love so binding, nothing would break its hold then a bit of Grandmothers blinded weeping, that her soul would weep until the end of her days, but in happiness of the years that were gifted to her. Yes, I liked sharing that story. I took a moment to let my tongue press against the roof of my mouth, it tasted smooth and rich like caramel. So yes, I hoped it was a flavor she would approve of. I told how I wished to learn, and was prepared to learn. To work hard to earn a place in the wagons, the clan, and work to give back to my Tribe, everything it has given me so far.
I was ready.
Just as I wanted to reach out and cup the bird in my palm when it just combusted in a sparkled shimmer of gold across the formation of clouds. It was then I opened my eyes and saw a man. Not just any man, but THE MAN, himself. I was in a locked moment of revered glory, suckling the air of suspense for whatever words might be said. "Did you fall off a kaiila or something?" If this was what I had been living my life to hear, then I was just confused. I let the pondering of maybe finding a kaiila and just leaning over enough until I did fall, to get the inner explosion of what these words really meant. I decided, that would be rather silly. Not that I might not do it later, but right now, I was busy. From the odd look THE MAN gave, I was doing this inner dealings a bit to long. I proceeded to introduce myself. "My name is Noelani, I am the Seventh Child and Third Daughter of the Warrior and Haurspex Yenastat, who died 16 years ago from a battle on Paravaci lands, and his mate Egasinu, who died just hands afterwards from a broken heart. I was raised by Tachila, mate of the Warrior and Haurspex Gillex. I have come to try to find my place amongst the first wagons and learn from the elders of the Clan, so that I might find where I belong, and how to serve my tribe fully." I am still not sure if maybe I said to much in my spill of family, cause the only motion I got was a thumb to the wagons to the East, and told to find the Haurspex Tarra. Repeat everything I just said, and add something more stuff for flavor. Flavor? I wondered what the flavor would be across my tongue when I said it. I was sure I would soon find out. I thanked him, and with a kiss of lashes at the close of eyes, fingers curled back in the warmth of my palm, me and the breeze were off towards the wagons of Haurspex Clan.
I paused by the outer of the wagons, they were very warm. Warm against my skin, and I felt its warmth just absorb into my heart. I have a "Tal" to any that neared giving out my linage with confidence, though I didn't hear a bit of my own words in the struggle and bang of my heart just a furious song in my chest. I told of whom I was waiting for, and I would wait all day for her arrival. I was sitting in the grass, running tips of fingers over the delicate blades. I was very careful, never would purposely let one crease, or even be released from its earthen home. The ground told of steps, the air of its musical tune of beads and shells. The dance of sage seemed richer in its wrap around me.
I gave a polite smile, what would happen next I had no idea. I stood solid ground, glad I wore my good boots. Introducing myself, adding in a story of my Mother, the beautiful story of course, of love so binding, nothing would break its hold then a bit of Grandmothers blinded weeping, that her soul would weep until the end of her days, but in happiness of the years that were gifted to her. Yes, I liked sharing that story. I took a moment to let my tongue press against the roof of my mouth, it tasted smooth and rich like caramel. So yes, I hoped it was a flavor she would approve of. I told how I wished to learn, and was prepared to learn. To work hard to earn a place in the wagons, the clan, and work to give back to my Tribe, everything it has given me so far.
I was ready.
