Kawape walked deep into the forest, to a place where many of her totems were kept secluded.
She thought back to the signs given to her by the spirits in the rite of vision and pondered their meaning.
Slowly she walked between the seven totems before her, looking carefully at each image upon them.
Some on the first totem had come to pass, she knew this… hindsight was a wonderful thing she mused to herself. Moving onto the second, she saw images which she recognised. Spirits represented as air were carved upon it, at the base of the totem itself. It appeared the spirits were travelling up the totem, but in front of them were many obstacles slowing them down. She thought back to the rite of vision and pouted, “The spirits, they want us to travel” she whispered.
She then sighed at this and grunted while looking down at her old legs, shrugging she looked back to the totem. She followed the trail of the spirits slowly, some obstacles appeared large, others small. The exact meaning of the obstacles she could not discern, but she knew it would cause difficulties for those who were to travel.
She pulled some hide from around her waist and laid it out on the floor in front of her.
Carefully she drew the symbols and shapes carved upon the totem onto the hide as best she could, attempting to give possible meanings next to each of the symbols.
After many hours she had finished, she took the time to roll the hide carefully up and tie it closed.
After spending some time listening to the sounds of the forest she turned and closed her eyes, meditating and communing with the ancestors. A sudden change in temperature around the Crone caused her to shiver, something wasn’t quite right…
She opened her eyes and saw a mist descend around herself and the totems, shapes swirling and taking forms briefly. She blinked and then narrowed her eyes, “Hmm, it seems the spirits wish for me to stay for a time within Feralas” she said aloud.
She snorted and picked up the hide, wrapped neatly she wrote upon it the name Khitava, she then placed it under her arms as she left the sacred ground where much Corn Pollen grew.
As she was leaving she turned and said to the spirits, “I shall follow your guidance… for now. But when the time comes I am needed, I shall go, in the meantime, Khitava may have use of this”.
She turned abruptly and stomped back to Camp Mojache, Khitava had better get this sooner rather than later she mused.