LOG Pt. 1: Druids' Solstice Feast and Ceremony
Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2022 12:59 pm
Note: This is very long even with almost all of the general chat and random emoting or reactions taken out. That said, it was a memorable evening, and many thanks to Ursun and everyone who worked with him to make this event happen, and especially to give us a chance to see a rather amazing piece of the game world that probably most of us would never have even known was there.
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Cave] (InCvRk) Chilly
A broad moonbeam streams in through a hole in the ceiling near the back wall of this small rocky cavern. Niches have been carved into the stone walls here and there, looking deliberate in their shape and position rather than natural; likely shelves of some kind, though if that was their purpose their contents have since been removed or pilfered. Signs of occasional habitation are present in the form of sootstains on the floor from past campfires and some shards of broken earthenware.
You're barely able to see at all in the near-complete darkness. The area is mostly quiet.
You also notice a squat pine bucket (levitating).
Also here: a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes (sitting, smells of dandelion), Ursun (GROUP LEADER, shirtless, carrying a warmaul), Baki (group, lightly-armored, smelly), Briallen (group Second), an average-height willowy black-haired youthful woman with dark brown skin and honey eyes (group, disguised), Nora/Aila (group, lightly-armored, riding Kestrel), Skadi (ridden by yourself), an average-height lithe jet-black-haired adult person with bronze skin and amethyst eyes (group, winded, carrying a walking-stick), Zakalwe (group, lightly-armored, riding Elegance), Tarron (group, riding Dahlia), Miralania Kjaban/Mira (group, lightly-armored), ?Zotikos? (group, carrying a cane, disguised), Guillaumo (group, winded, lightly-armored), Kordelia (group), Suzy (group, riding Guinevere, smells of peach), ?Soemi? (group, disguised, riding a lean bay courser with black points), a very short petite dusky-haired adult woman with light brown skin and honey eyes (group, lightly-armored), Hunter (group, lightly-armored), and Anna (group, riding a chestnut horse, smells of peach).
Obvious exits: a narrow crevice.
Zakalwe says, "No wonder it is called the Forgotten Shrine."
Ursun says, "There will be a climb. Hopefully Mack has set a Rope."
?Soemi? climbs up a steep rocky wall.
"About time," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes huffs out a noise, pushing herself to her feet and meandering over to the wall. "I ain't call it the Forgotten Shrine, personally. I calls it the Starry Pool Shrine," She says, dusting her hands off. "Ye'll see why."
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes climbs up a steep rocky wall.
Some pale green thornleaf rope lowers down a steep rocky wall from somewhere up above.
Ursun says, "There were tribes who dwelled in these plains in the past, I am told. I assume they made this place, in the ancient past."
Ursun says, "Let us climb, then."
You hear a voice from above shout, "Everyone up the rope! I'm bringin' it up behind us!"
(Much climbing ensues)
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes loosens some pale green thornleaf rope from its anchor and pulls it up into a coil.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes slings some pale green thornleaf rope over her shoulder.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes picks up an iron climbing piton.
Ursun nods.
[Rocky Hills, Trail] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Cold, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
To call the narrow potentially-traversible passage through the tall rocky hills a "trail" would perhaps be too generous, but with some care a determined explorer should be able to make their way along the rough and rocky terrain to ascend northeastward higher into the red-brown hills. Splitting the ground at the lowest point of the trail is large crack, the steep wall of the hole disappearing down into darkness. A few hardy bushes and junipers have managed to find purchase in patches of soil that have gathered in places, the stubborn plants somehow managing to survive in the rough and often dry terrain outside the snowy season.
The area is poorly-lit. The area is mostly quiet.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes heads north.
Ursun says, "Now, let us follow this trail."
Ursun heads north.
You follow Ursun.
Ursun lumbers along, in no rush in particular.
Ursun heads northeast.
You follow Ursun.
[Rocky Hills, Ancient Shrine] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Chilly, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
While certainly not the highest point in the surrounding hills, a good view of the surroundings to the southwest can still be seen from this elevation, and the sky seems a little closer. Surrounded by rocky tall hillfaces is a shallow pool of water gathered within an uneven depression in the ground. Ancient-looking petroglyphs have been carved into the rocky surfaces near the pool to give the place a vague feeling of significance that may now be completely lost to time. Twiggy bushes and twisted junipers grasp out from the rocky terrain to break up the otherwise monotous earthy red-browns of the surrounding hills.
The area is mostly quiet.
The area is warmed by a lit campfire.
"Them symbols is good," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes points out to the group, "But the pool is the real interestin' bit."
Ursun says, "Behold, this ancient place. Let us gather around the fire, and feast, and tale stories like they must have done in days of old."
Ursun lumbers over to the campfire, dumping the contents of his pack.
Ursun plops down before the fire, content as others explore their surroundings.
"Be mindful not to leave ought behind," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes requests to everyone gathered. "And treat this place well. I figure it must have been a sacred place to someone, a long time ago. The Hopta, maybe," She muses, clucking her tongue. "Treat it with respect, so I don't regret showin' folks it were here at all." ANd with that, she settles down onto the ground near to the fire.
You take a closer look at some ancient-looking petroglyphs in the area ...
Many of the petroglyphs are quite abstract, their meaning impossible to discern. Some might represent pottery, or perhaps some kind of structures. Others are akin to repeating layered circles or spirals. One prominent scene stands out: A large mottled circle, surrounded by small flecks seemingly placed at random. Below these are a circle of what appear to be humanoid figures and dog-like creatures. Many of the former have their hands raised, most of the latter sat on their haunches and mouths raised as if in the act of howling.
?Zotikos? points at a shallow pool with his cane. "The stars and other celestial phenomena appearing in the surface of this pool do not appear to be our own."
You take a closer look at a shallow pool in the area ...
It's unclear what the pool's source is - possibly a spring, or it could be fed by occasional snowmelt. A perhaps more pressing question is why, when gazing into the pool directly, the reflection of the sky appears to be dark and full of glimmering stars even during daylight hours or cloudy weather, and undulating ribbons of light can be seen twisting through the reflection's dark heavens that don't seem to be there when looking up at the non-reflected sky.
Speaking to ?Zotikos?, Ursun says, "It shows the stars, always. Blessed by the spirits. Suitable for our purpose, after we feast."
[Rocky Hills, Ancient Shrine] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Chilly, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
While certainly not the highest point in the surrounding hills, a good view of the surroundings to the southwest can still be seen from this elevation, and the sky seems a little closer. Surrounded by rocky tall hillfaces is a shallow pool of water gathered within an uneven depression in the ground. Ancient-looking petroglyphs have been carved into the rocky surfaces near the pool to give the place a vague feeling of significance that may now be completely lost to time. Twiggy bushes and twisted junipers grasp out from the rocky terrain to break up the otherwise monotous earthy red-browns of the surrounding hills.
The area is mostly quiet.
The area is warmed by a lit campfire.
You also notice a lit campfire, a squat pine bucket (levitating), a beeswax candle (x30), some seared fox meat, some seared elk meat (x18), and some seared deer meat (x18).
"I think it's the same folks what were involved with that barrow," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes says next, looking up at the sky overhead, watching the constellations. "I figure this were a sacred place fer them. Probably afore Aetgard's time," She tacks on, frowning over at the sound of Baki trying to clamber into the pool. "Oi! Cut that out!"
Hunter emits a noise that sounds faintly like an error sound as he looks over to Baki. "Baki, no getting into the pool."
Pigeon calls softly, "Baki. Baki! Come to the fire, have something to eat."
Ursun says, "In truth, I know not the purpose this place had for it's creators. Or, the spirits who may have blessed it. But in my heart, in speaks of the Great Spirits, who dwell in the starry night sky."
Pigeon steps across to Baki, taking his elbow and leading him back to the fire.
Baki gets back to the fire with obvious reluctance, his feet slightly wet from the pool water.
Speaking to Baki, you say, "Come along, do not disturb the stars. Sit, eat something."
Baki gazes up at the night sky.
Ursun says, "The meat is for everyone. Nothing fancy, but cooked over a fire. Come. If anyone has a story they wish to share, I am eager to hear."
Zakalwe says, "I am reminded of a story. A long time ago - empites and ages rose and fell and rose again after this story was first told - a man decided to steal fire from the stars and bring it down to his people."
Ursun nods to Zakalwe.
Zakalwe sits back from the fire, his pale features shadowed in the flickering light. "Long ago, the only heat came from the moon, and it was a weak heat. And the stars refused to share. And so the bravest and cleverest man of his people grew tired of watching his woman and his children shiver." He reaches up, closing a fist in the air as though grasping at a star. "He wanted to help."
Zakalwe glances briefly at Miralania Kjaban/Mira and inclines his head. "It is. And so our hero wove together rope after length of rope." A few beats go by. "And he threw the rope as high as he could, twirling it ever upward until it lassoed around the moon, and he began to climb."
Zakalwe softly says, "And he did. He reached the moon, and swung out, far out between the stars, and lit humanity's first torch. A bundle of reeds woven together." There are a few beats of stillness. "But the truth is that no one, not even stars, like to share power. And humanity was never meant to have fire."."
Ursun says, "And yet, here we are. And fire has made our lives better, I say."
Zakalwe says, "But even those great powers far above us admired his boldness, and so they struck him a deal. He would drop the torch down to his family, the first falling star, but he himself would remain. Whenever the stars grew tired, he would burn for them, and light the sky. And thus, we have the sun. But he could never return home - when the stars awaken, he is banished behind them, burning alone in darkness."
Zakalwe nods to Ursun.
Zakalwe says, "It is a story of knowledge, and the sacrifices that must come with it, I have always thought."
Miralania Kjaban/Mira blinks her big golden eyes rather slowly. "He had to leave his woman, and children. How terrible," she murmurs.
Ursun grunts at that, his gaze going to the sky.
Zakalwe says, "I believe I shall sit quietly for a time. It's someone else's story now."
Ursun says, "Soon, we will begin our Prayer Circle. We will honor the Great Animal Spirits, thanking them. Remembering them for all they have taught humanity."
Ursun says, "In the backpack there are many totems. Choose for yourself one that speaks to your heart."
Briallen removes a small chestnut wolf totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Ursun removes a small aspen bear totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Nahala smiles softly as the totems start to appear from within the a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Guillaumo removes a small aspen rooster totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Ursun says, "The Great Animal Spirits are numerous. All have lessons to teach humanity. They meet tonight, in the sky. The Spiritmoot."
Ursun asks, "Has everyone chosen their totem, then? The Great Animal Spirit they would honor this night?"
Ursun says, "Pick a totem, and then a Candle for yourself. You will need noth."
Ursun glances around as everyone organizes themselves, before speaking. "I will lead and begin our prayers this night. Each of us will lay our totem before the starry pool, and pray, honoring the Great Spirit we have chosen via our totem. If you have words, speak them. If not, your actions and thoughts can be your own. Simply place the totem before the pool, with the lit candle next to it." he explains.
Ursun picks up a beeswax candle.
Ursun says, "I will begin the Prayer. Mack will conclude them. After each person rests down their totem and candle, the next may begin. Simply raise your hand, and I will nod at you to begin."
Madelyn swaps a small aspen stag totem to her left hand and a beeswax candle to her right hand.
"Right, so, I must admit, I am abit lost." Madelyn says, her voice no less confident as she talks to the crowd, her hand stroking her a small aspen rooster totem.
Speaking to Madelyn, Ursun says, "Simply think on what you would say to thank the Great Spirit you have chosen to honor, representative of the totem you have chosen."
Miralania Kjaban/Mira leans towards Madelyn and murmurs, "Great animal primal spirits. Pray to them, and then put it and your lit candle next to the pool. Or just put them down once Ursun's prayed. The big shirtless man, that's Ursun I mean."
Ursun asks, "Is anyone still confused?"
Zakalwe pleasantly asks, "Perhaps if a few of us go first, to give an example?"
Ursun nods to Zakalwe.
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Cave] (InCvRk) Chilly
A broad moonbeam streams in through a hole in the ceiling near the back wall of this small rocky cavern. Niches have been carved into the stone walls here and there, looking deliberate in their shape and position rather than natural; likely shelves of some kind, though if that was their purpose their contents have since been removed or pilfered. Signs of occasional habitation are present in the form of sootstains on the floor from past campfires and some shards of broken earthenware.
You're barely able to see at all in the near-complete darkness. The area is mostly quiet.
You also notice a squat pine bucket (levitating).
Also here: a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes (sitting, smells of dandelion), Ursun (GROUP LEADER, shirtless, carrying a warmaul), Baki (group, lightly-armored, smelly), Briallen (group Second), an average-height willowy black-haired youthful woman with dark brown skin and honey eyes (group, disguised), Nora/Aila (group, lightly-armored, riding Kestrel), Skadi (ridden by yourself), an average-height lithe jet-black-haired adult person with bronze skin and amethyst eyes (group, winded, carrying a walking-stick), Zakalwe (group, lightly-armored, riding Elegance), Tarron (group, riding Dahlia), Miralania Kjaban/Mira (group, lightly-armored), ?Zotikos? (group, carrying a cane, disguised), Guillaumo (group, winded, lightly-armored), Kordelia (group), Suzy (group, riding Guinevere, smells of peach), ?Soemi? (group, disguised, riding a lean bay courser with black points), a very short petite dusky-haired adult woman with light brown skin and honey eyes (group, lightly-armored), Hunter (group, lightly-armored), and Anna (group, riding a chestnut horse, smells of peach).
Obvious exits: a narrow crevice.
Zakalwe says, "No wonder it is called the Forgotten Shrine."
Ursun says, "There will be a climb. Hopefully Mack has set a Rope."
?Soemi? climbs up a steep rocky wall.
"About time," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes huffs out a noise, pushing herself to her feet and meandering over to the wall. "I ain't call it the Forgotten Shrine, personally. I calls it the Starry Pool Shrine," She says, dusting her hands off. "Ye'll see why."
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes climbs up a steep rocky wall.
Some pale green thornleaf rope lowers down a steep rocky wall from somewhere up above.
Ursun says, "There were tribes who dwelled in these plains in the past, I am told. I assume they made this place, in the ancient past."
Ursun says, "Let us climb, then."
You hear a voice from above shout, "Everyone up the rope! I'm bringin' it up behind us!"
(Much climbing ensues)
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes loosens some pale green thornleaf rope from its anchor and pulls it up into a coil.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes slings some pale green thornleaf rope over her shoulder.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes picks up an iron climbing piton.
Ursun nods.
[Rocky Hills, Trail] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Cold, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
To call the narrow potentially-traversible passage through the tall rocky hills a "trail" would perhaps be too generous, but with some care a determined explorer should be able to make their way along the rough and rocky terrain to ascend northeastward higher into the red-brown hills. Splitting the ground at the lowest point of the trail is large crack, the steep wall of the hole disappearing down into darkness. A few hardy bushes and junipers have managed to find purchase in patches of soil that have gathered in places, the stubborn plants somehow managing to survive in the rough and often dry terrain outside the snowy season.
The area is poorly-lit. The area is mostly quiet.
A short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes heads north.
Ursun says, "Now, let us follow this trail."
Ursun heads north.
You follow Ursun.
Ursun lumbers along, in no rush in particular.
Ursun heads northeast.
You follow Ursun.
[Rocky Hills, Ancient Shrine] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Chilly, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
While certainly not the highest point in the surrounding hills, a good view of the surroundings to the southwest can still be seen from this elevation, and the sky seems a little closer. Surrounded by rocky tall hillfaces is a shallow pool of water gathered within an uneven depression in the ground. Ancient-looking petroglyphs have been carved into the rocky surfaces near the pool to give the place a vague feeling of significance that may now be completely lost to time. Twiggy bushes and twisted junipers grasp out from the rocky terrain to break up the otherwise monotous earthy red-browns of the surrounding hills.
The area is mostly quiet.
The area is warmed by a lit campfire.
"Them symbols is good," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes points out to the group, "But the pool is the real interestin' bit."
Ursun says, "Behold, this ancient place. Let us gather around the fire, and feast, and tale stories like they must have done in days of old."
Ursun lumbers over to the campfire, dumping the contents of his pack.
Ursun plops down before the fire, content as others explore their surroundings.
"Be mindful not to leave ought behind," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes requests to everyone gathered. "And treat this place well. I figure it must have been a sacred place to someone, a long time ago. The Hopta, maybe," She muses, clucking her tongue. "Treat it with respect, so I don't regret showin' folks it were here at all." ANd with that, she settles down onto the ground near to the fire.
You take a closer look at some ancient-looking petroglyphs in the area ...
Many of the petroglyphs are quite abstract, their meaning impossible to discern. Some might represent pottery, or perhaps some kind of structures. Others are akin to repeating layered circles or spirals. One prominent scene stands out: A large mottled circle, surrounded by small flecks seemingly placed at random. Below these are a circle of what appear to be humanoid figures and dog-like creatures. Many of the former have their hands raised, most of the latter sat on their haunches and mouths raised as if in the act of howling.
?Zotikos? points at a shallow pool with his cane. "The stars and other celestial phenomena appearing in the surface of this pool do not appear to be our own."
You take a closer look at a shallow pool in the area ...
It's unclear what the pool's source is - possibly a spring, or it could be fed by occasional snowmelt. A perhaps more pressing question is why, when gazing into the pool directly, the reflection of the sky appears to be dark and full of glimmering stars even during daylight hours or cloudy weather, and undulating ribbons of light can be seen twisting through the reflection's dark heavens that don't seem to be there when looking up at the non-reflected sky.
Speaking to ?Zotikos?, Ursun says, "It shows the stars, always. Blessed by the spirits. Suitable for our purpose, after we feast."
[Rocky Hills, Ancient Shrine] (OutHlRkFlDt) Dusk, Chilly, Partly Cloudy, Slight Breeze
While certainly not the highest point in the surrounding hills, a good view of the surroundings to the southwest can still be seen from this elevation, and the sky seems a little closer. Surrounded by rocky tall hillfaces is a shallow pool of water gathered within an uneven depression in the ground. Ancient-looking petroglyphs have been carved into the rocky surfaces near the pool to give the place a vague feeling of significance that may now be completely lost to time. Twiggy bushes and twisted junipers grasp out from the rocky terrain to break up the otherwise monotous earthy red-browns of the surrounding hills.
The area is mostly quiet.
The area is warmed by a lit campfire.
You also notice a lit campfire, a squat pine bucket (levitating), a beeswax candle (x30), some seared fox meat, some seared elk meat (x18), and some seared deer meat (x18).
"I think it's the same folks what were involved with that barrow," a short wiry amber-haired adult woman with ruddy skin and blue-green eyes says next, looking up at the sky overhead, watching the constellations. "I figure this were a sacred place fer them. Probably afore Aetgard's time," She tacks on, frowning over at the sound of Baki trying to clamber into the pool. "Oi! Cut that out!"
Hunter emits a noise that sounds faintly like an error sound as he looks over to Baki. "Baki, no getting into the pool."
Pigeon calls softly, "Baki. Baki! Come to the fire, have something to eat."
Ursun says, "In truth, I know not the purpose this place had for it's creators. Or, the spirits who may have blessed it. But in my heart, in speaks of the Great Spirits, who dwell in the starry night sky."
Pigeon steps across to Baki, taking his elbow and leading him back to the fire.
Baki gets back to the fire with obvious reluctance, his feet slightly wet from the pool water.
Speaking to Baki, you say, "Come along, do not disturb the stars. Sit, eat something."
Baki gazes up at the night sky.
Ursun says, "The meat is for everyone. Nothing fancy, but cooked over a fire. Come. If anyone has a story they wish to share, I am eager to hear."
Zakalwe says, "I am reminded of a story. A long time ago - empites and ages rose and fell and rose again after this story was first told - a man decided to steal fire from the stars and bring it down to his people."
Ursun nods to Zakalwe.
Zakalwe sits back from the fire, his pale features shadowed in the flickering light. "Long ago, the only heat came from the moon, and it was a weak heat. And the stars refused to share. And so the bravest and cleverest man of his people grew tired of watching his woman and his children shiver." He reaches up, closing a fist in the air as though grasping at a star. "He wanted to help."
Zakalwe glances briefly at Miralania Kjaban/Mira and inclines his head. "It is. And so our hero wove together rope after length of rope." A few beats go by. "And he threw the rope as high as he could, twirling it ever upward until it lassoed around the moon, and he began to climb."
Zakalwe softly says, "And he did. He reached the moon, and swung out, far out between the stars, and lit humanity's first torch. A bundle of reeds woven together." There are a few beats of stillness. "But the truth is that no one, not even stars, like to share power. And humanity was never meant to have fire."."
Ursun says, "And yet, here we are. And fire has made our lives better, I say."
Zakalwe says, "But even those great powers far above us admired his boldness, and so they struck him a deal. He would drop the torch down to his family, the first falling star, but he himself would remain. Whenever the stars grew tired, he would burn for them, and light the sky. And thus, we have the sun. But he could never return home - when the stars awaken, he is banished behind them, burning alone in darkness."
Zakalwe nods to Ursun.
Zakalwe says, "It is a story of knowledge, and the sacrifices that must come with it, I have always thought."
Miralania Kjaban/Mira blinks her big golden eyes rather slowly. "He had to leave his woman, and children. How terrible," she murmurs.
Ursun grunts at that, his gaze going to the sky.
Zakalwe says, "I believe I shall sit quietly for a time. It's someone else's story now."
Ursun says, "Soon, we will begin our Prayer Circle. We will honor the Great Animal Spirits, thanking them. Remembering them for all they have taught humanity."
Ursun says, "In the backpack there are many totems. Choose for yourself one that speaks to your heart."
Briallen removes a small chestnut wolf totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Ursun removes a small aspen bear totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Nahala smiles softly as the totems start to appear from within the a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Guillaumo removes a small aspen rooster totem from in a heavy tawny lynx fur backpack (open).
Ursun says, "The Great Animal Spirits are numerous. All have lessons to teach humanity. They meet tonight, in the sky. The Spiritmoot."
Ursun asks, "Has everyone chosen their totem, then? The Great Animal Spirit they would honor this night?"
Ursun says, "Pick a totem, and then a Candle for yourself. You will need noth."
Ursun glances around as everyone organizes themselves, before speaking. "I will lead and begin our prayers this night. Each of us will lay our totem before the starry pool, and pray, honoring the Great Spirit we have chosen via our totem. If you have words, speak them. If not, your actions and thoughts can be your own. Simply place the totem before the pool, with the lit candle next to it." he explains.
Ursun picks up a beeswax candle.
Ursun says, "I will begin the Prayer. Mack will conclude them. After each person rests down their totem and candle, the next may begin. Simply raise your hand, and I will nod at you to begin."
Madelyn swaps a small aspen stag totem to her left hand and a beeswax candle to her right hand.
"Right, so, I must admit, I am abit lost." Madelyn says, her voice no less confident as she talks to the crowd, her hand stroking her a small aspen rooster totem.
Speaking to Madelyn, Ursun says, "Simply think on what you would say to thank the Great Spirit you have chosen to honor, representative of the totem you have chosen."
Miralania Kjaban/Mira leans towards Madelyn and murmurs, "Great animal primal spirits. Pray to them, and then put it and your lit candle next to the pool. Or just put them down once Ursun's prayed. The big shirtless man, that's Ursun I mean."
Ursun asks, "Is anyone still confused?"
Zakalwe pleasantly asks, "Perhaps if a few of us go first, to give an example?"
Ursun nods to Zakalwe.