14 Summer, 506 AV
The sun rose slowly over the long horizon of the Burning Lands, much as it did every morning. This particular morning would be unlike any other Puapa had known, however. It was the birth day of his fifteenth year, which meant that soon he would be performing an important rite of passage. He was told to sleep as he would need the energy for his trial, but if he slept at all, it was light. He had been mentally preparing for this for as long as he could remember.
His father, Jalawe, was one of the tribe's foremost trackers and Puapa had always gone with him when it was safe to do so, carrying his spear or dragging kills back to the Redstones. It was Jalawe that woke him, a silent reverence of the day and its meaning shrouding the usual birthday wishes Puapa had received each year prior. " They wait, son." Puapa slid his wrap on and had applied his face paint the night before, knowing the cool desert winds would keep it dry on his face.
Nodding and following, the father and son made their way through the winding trails of the Redstones, approaching a large cave which housed the Wayhali. Dark faces and mantles of ebon feathers were worn by the silent figures lining the opening in the ancient sandstone. He knew them all, but they only looked ahead, their only movement or recognition being to stand aside, opening a curtain of imposed darkness into the cave before Puapa.
A fire, licking the air with flames of blue and violet, stood before him, as did the Wayhali and everyone else of importance. His father took his place among the other men who had filed in behind them. The presence of his blood and the ambience of Brother Crow had his heart racing before he heard a single thing. Puapa knelt, hoping for a moment's peace to compose himself as well as to show reverence and respect to those before him.