Yesterday, 8:54 PM
With a turn of his head, he sees the sleet woman looking to the caribou with awe, almost as if she had never seen any before, perhaps other than the spirits. Odd. Could she have never seen them, hunted them, eaten them? She was mystery, and very much an outsider in many respects.
But perhaps that is why the caribou spirits led her to him. She may be an outside, but she may be meant to learn the ways. And with this, he looked to sister Fa’liya. Who, thankfully, very respectfully called him by his full name, a thing he greatly appreciated.
Sleet woman understood what he meant with no verbal direction, and offered up her plants. Yanggadi Saghani was curious, and watched with mahogany eyes as she did so. She seemed so excited to do so, so genuine with her offering. Fa’liya noses the plants, and from what he can tell, that are at least mildly acceptable. He knew little about these plants, but…he felt perhaps he needed to pay more attention to them going forward.
Yanggadi Saghani heard the hum of the woman, and he responded in kind with a small grin. She had done well…he thought. Maybe. Honestly, he wasn’t sure. Fa’liya was in charge at this point. He hoped that sleet woman understood the thanks, and he gave her a very small nod in hopes of expressing something went right.
Fa’liya questioned him then, commenting the stone could not say much. He huffed a little at the stone, eyes stared at it for a second. He was a little disappointed. The spirits had touched it…he had seen it! Yet they left no sent, no fur…nothing! He is left with only memories, a thing that cannot be shared as physical proof. He looked back up to Fa’liya, determined.
”Fa’liya, it was a thing to be seen. I wish you had been there, Fa’liya. Dusk had come. In the swamp trees, I saw light. Light, Fa’liya! I went to it, and Eena, Uhka, and Oga were there…but not there. They were like fireflies if their lights stayed on, but with no scent! They ate the grass, and yet no leaf was touched!” he was stepping forward then, completely engrossed in his own telling of the story. His face was bright and alert, eyes lost in the memory of it all.
”Amongst them, she was with them, right next to them! They accepted her, just as these caribou accept you. They did not run. There was no fear. They brought her to Saatsine, and then…Fa’liya and then, they disappeared into mist!” he exclaimed, nose rising in the air as if he was watching the mist float into the air right before him. Never had Yanggadi Saghani been so passionate about something, but it was real! He knew it! Paw tapped the ground next to the stone.
”They had touched this stone…so I decided to keep it, even if it shows no sign of it…but I know it was true, and thus I offer it to you, as my truth,” he looked to Fa’liya then with serious eyes, wide and bright on this night. ”She may not speak our language, but there must be some reason she was brought to us,” he turned his head to sleet woman now, eyes softening…he felt the burden of concern now. Everything was in Fa’liya’s words in. She held all the power over sleet woman. Her fate was to be determined by Fa’liya, and Yanggadi Saghani did his best to argue what he felt was truth.
The wind blew cool around them, though his heart beat hot, awaiting what was to be.
But perhaps that is why the caribou spirits led her to him. She may be an outside, but she may be meant to learn the ways. And with this, he looked to sister Fa’liya. Who, thankfully, very respectfully called him by his full name, a thing he greatly appreciated.
Sleet woman understood what he meant with no verbal direction, and offered up her plants. Yanggadi Saghani was curious, and watched with mahogany eyes as she did so. She seemed so excited to do so, so genuine with her offering. Fa’liya noses the plants, and from what he can tell, that are at least mildly acceptable. He knew little about these plants, but…he felt perhaps he needed to pay more attention to them going forward.
Yanggadi Saghani heard the hum of the woman, and he responded in kind with a small grin. She had done well…he thought. Maybe. Honestly, he wasn’t sure. Fa’liya was in charge at this point. He hoped that sleet woman understood the thanks, and he gave her a very small nod in hopes of expressing something went right.
Fa’liya questioned him then, commenting the stone could not say much. He huffed a little at the stone, eyes stared at it for a second. He was a little disappointed. The spirits had touched it…he had seen it! Yet they left no sent, no fur…nothing! He is left with only memories, a thing that cannot be shared as physical proof. He looked back up to Fa’liya, determined.
”Fa’liya, it was a thing to be seen. I wish you had been there, Fa’liya. Dusk had come. In the swamp trees, I saw light. Light, Fa’liya! I went to it, and Eena, Uhka, and Oga were there…but not there. They were like fireflies if their lights stayed on, but with no scent! They ate the grass, and yet no leaf was touched!” he was stepping forward then, completely engrossed in his own telling of the story. His face was bright and alert, eyes lost in the memory of it all.
”Amongst them, she was with them, right next to them! They accepted her, just as these caribou accept you. They did not run. There was no fear. They brought her to Saatsine, and then…Fa’liya and then, they disappeared into mist!” he exclaimed, nose rising in the air as if he was watching the mist float into the air right before him. Never had Yanggadi Saghani been so passionate about something, but it was real! He knew it! Paw tapped the ground next to the stone.
”They had touched this stone…so I decided to keep it, even if it shows no sign of it…but I know it was true, and thus I offer it to you, as my truth,” he looked to Fa’liya then with serious eyes, wide and bright on this night. ”She may not speak our language, but there must be some reason she was brought to us,” he turned his head to sleet woman now, eyes softening…he felt the burden of concern now. Everything was in Fa’liya’s words in. She held all the power over sleet woman. Her fate was to be determined by Fa’liya, and Yanggadi Saghani did his best to argue what he felt was truth.
The wind blew cool around them, though his heart beat hot, awaiting what was to be.