Time stamp: Fall, 506 AV
Place: Keerdash Grove, The Burning Lands
Moving at a fast clip, the hoof beat’s sharp staccato was muffled by the sand as they raced over the endless dunes. Not only was the wind ripping through her hair as the fine pale sand peppered her face, but the displacement her own movement made among the air currents caused Kalesse’s hands to nearly vibrate with the sensation. On days when one just needed a moment to think, to be alone, and to pretend you can fly… there was nothing better than riding.
The sun was just stretching its fingertips over the eastern horizon, kissing the stars away and replacing them with pale yellows and reds, the cloudless and slowly brightening sky reflecting the expansive desert that lay beneath. The air was still chilled, as the sun hadn’t risen high enough to warm the glowing sands. However, it was only a matter of time until it would be too hot to be out in the direct sunlight. That was the first reason Kalesse had risen while the stars were still out and took Haida out for a run. A gift from her parents, the yearling filly was still green and so full of energy that the fifteen year old was having trouble keeping up with her new charge.
The second reason was today was the day of her Searching.
Sweaty, covered in a fine coating of sand, and grinning Kalesse pulled up short outside her tent, sending clods of earth packed tight from constant wear flying in all directions; the patter of the sand and dirt hitting the canvas of the tents almost made it sound like rain. Peeking her head out of the tent at the noise, Chaii immediately caught sight of her daughter and smiled.
“Someone is very excited, I see.”
“Of course, mom. Haida ran beautifully this morning. I was about to let her have her head on the way back, but she tried to get the bit in her teeth and…”
“You can tell me about it later, dear. Go get ready.”
A furrow appeared between her brows as her mother abruptly disappeared back into her tent. Tempted to stomp in after her and finish her story, Kalesse knew that it would not be a good omen to start a fight on such an important morning. Taking a moment, she turned and pressed her cheek to Haida’s muzzle and took a deep, calming breath.
Even from the distance, Kalesse could hear the voices of her tribe, their laughter spilling out towards the endless horizions. The sound made her smile, a certain pride for her people swelling her chest until she almost swaggered towards the gathering. This was her moment, though it would not be the same if it wasn’t shared by everyone she loved, respected, and cared for.
The many tents used for this occasion were erected to shelter from the sun, all gathered in a half moon that opened towards the Keerdash grove that was their pride and joy. Many mingled now beneath the bloody leaves of the trees, while others lounged beneath the shaded tents. All waiting.
Her parents were both visible, laughing beneath the shade of the largest Keerdash tree, her father , Kike, leaning against the trunk with her mother tucked beneath his arm. Their smiles turned from each other when she approached, widening into grins as their eldest daughter strode proudly towards them.
“You look beautiful, Leesey.” Strong, calloused hands gripped her arm as she was pulled into a hug. The image conscious teen within her almost struggled to get away, before she silently conceded and wrapped her father.
“Thank you, dad.”
“We are so proud of you.” Chaii looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Of course, it was the usual parental pride and glory speeches that were to follow, both her parents as chipper and excited as if they were a Seeker once more.
“I want you to take this. It is tradition.” A small but elegant dagger appeared on her father’s palm, the hilt facing Kalesse and ready for grasping. The handle was Keerdash wood, dark red and smooth to the touch from years of use.
“I…. thank you” Having received Haida as an early gift for the Chaktawe’s coming of age equivalence, Kalesse was humbled by this unexpected gift. Uncharacteristic tears stood out in her black eyes, making them shine like a night with but a few stars. “I.. don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Sweetheart. It’s your father and my way of saying we are proud of you, and we believe in you.” It was the same scene, projected across generations and throughout every race, but a parents pride in their children was not something taken lightly.
“Have you seen Pash?” Kalesse interjected, cutting her father off as he tried to give her what he considered helpful advice, though it was the third time he had repeated the same thing: “Don’t look back, just go”, and he was starting again on one of the more beloved stories of their people. Kalesse knew these stories by heart, her parents’ as well as the tribes, that is. With a culture as rich in tales as theirs, no child grew without memorizing each and every one. The first lesson a Chaktawe child learned: The history was sacred. The history was to be protected, remembered, and retold for generations to come.
“We haven’t, but I am sure he will show up.”
Nodding in agreement, Kalesse took her leave of her parents, walking towards the center of the grove. Having meticulously painted the red stripe of her tribe across her eyes, the young girl focused making sure that her dark hair was adjusted so that it fell over her shoulders in a wave, the beads that had been carefully woven after her morning ride clacked gently in the breeze. Covered in dark brown, black and mahogany feathers, Kalesse’s bodice and wrap were modest and traditional; she had been gathering the feathers for years, having only completed the last layer a week before she was destined for her Search. It was her proudest creation thus far.
Slowly, as the last few members of the tribe trickled in, silence began to fall. There was only the sound of the wind in the leaves to keep Kalesse company as she waited.
Place: Keerdash Grove, The Burning Lands
Moving at a fast clip, the hoof beat’s sharp staccato was muffled by the sand as they raced over the endless dunes. Not only was the wind ripping through her hair as the fine pale sand peppered her face, but the displacement her own movement made among the air currents caused Kalesse’s hands to nearly vibrate with the sensation. On days when one just needed a moment to think, to be alone, and to pretend you can fly… there was nothing better than riding.
The sun was just stretching its fingertips over the eastern horizon, kissing the stars away and replacing them with pale yellows and reds, the cloudless and slowly brightening sky reflecting the expansive desert that lay beneath. The air was still chilled, as the sun hadn’t risen high enough to warm the glowing sands. However, it was only a matter of time until it would be too hot to be out in the direct sunlight. That was the first reason Kalesse had risen while the stars were still out and took Haida out for a run. A gift from her parents, the yearling filly was still green and so full of energy that the fifteen year old was having trouble keeping up with her new charge.
The second reason was today was the day of her Searching.
Sweaty, covered in a fine coating of sand, and grinning Kalesse pulled up short outside her tent, sending clods of earth packed tight from constant wear flying in all directions; the patter of the sand and dirt hitting the canvas of the tents almost made it sound like rain. Peeking her head out of the tent at the noise, Chaii immediately caught sight of her daughter and smiled.
“Someone is very excited, I see.”
“Of course, mom. Haida ran beautifully this morning. I was about to let her have her head on the way back, but she tried to get the bit in her teeth and…”
“You can tell me about it later, dear. Go get ready.”
A furrow appeared between her brows as her mother abruptly disappeared back into her tent. Tempted to stomp in after her and finish her story, Kalesse knew that it would not be a good omen to start a fight on such an important morning. Taking a moment, she turned and pressed her cheek to Haida’s muzzle and took a deep, calming breath.
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Even from the distance, Kalesse could hear the voices of her tribe, their laughter spilling out towards the endless horizions. The sound made her smile, a certain pride for her people swelling her chest until she almost swaggered towards the gathering. This was her moment, though it would not be the same if it wasn’t shared by everyone she loved, respected, and cared for.
The many tents used for this occasion were erected to shelter from the sun, all gathered in a half moon that opened towards the Keerdash grove that was their pride and joy. Many mingled now beneath the bloody leaves of the trees, while others lounged beneath the shaded tents. All waiting.
Her parents were both visible, laughing beneath the shade of the largest Keerdash tree, her father , Kike, leaning against the trunk with her mother tucked beneath his arm. Their smiles turned from each other when she approached, widening into grins as their eldest daughter strode proudly towards them.
“You look beautiful, Leesey.” Strong, calloused hands gripped her arm as she was pulled into a hug. The image conscious teen within her almost struggled to get away, before she silently conceded and wrapped her father.
“Thank you, dad.”
“We are so proud of you.” Chaii looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Of course, it was the usual parental pride and glory speeches that were to follow, both her parents as chipper and excited as if they were a Seeker once more.
“I want you to take this. It is tradition.” A small but elegant dagger appeared on her father’s palm, the hilt facing Kalesse and ready for grasping. The handle was Keerdash wood, dark red and smooth to the touch from years of use.
“I…. thank you” Having received Haida as an early gift for the Chaktawe’s coming of age equivalence, Kalesse was humbled by this unexpected gift. Uncharacteristic tears stood out in her black eyes, making them shine like a night with but a few stars. “I.. don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Sweetheart. It’s your father and my way of saying we are proud of you, and we believe in you.” It was the same scene, projected across generations and throughout every race, but a parents pride in their children was not something taken lightly.
“Have you seen Pash?” Kalesse interjected, cutting her father off as he tried to give her what he considered helpful advice, though it was the third time he had repeated the same thing: “Don’t look back, just go”, and he was starting again on one of the more beloved stories of their people. Kalesse knew these stories by heart, her parents’ as well as the tribes, that is. With a culture as rich in tales as theirs, no child grew without memorizing each and every one. The first lesson a Chaktawe child learned: The history was sacred. The history was to be protected, remembered, and retold for generations to come.
“We haven’t, but I am sure he will show up.”
Nodding in agreement, Kalesse took her leave of her parents, walking towards the center of the grove. Having meticulously painted the red stripe of her tribe across her eyes, the young girl focused making sure that her dark hair was adjusted so that it fell over her shoulders in a wave, the beads that had been carefully woven after her morning ride clacked gently in the breeze. Covered in dark brown, black and mahogany feathers, Kalesse’s bodice and wrap were modest and traditional; she had been gathering the feathers for years, having only completed the last layer a week before she was destined for her Search. It was her proudest creation thus far.
Slowly, as the last few members of the tribe trickled in, silence began to fall. There was only the sound of the wind in the leaves to keep Kalesse company as she waited.