The task appointed to him--blood of the wind, blood of the sky--to see that his tribe had all it needed to thrive, survive, and blossom. Resources were scarce in the sky--it seemed that the Weaver had, for the most part, spread his resources on the ground. The tribes of the ground could not survive without such distribution, for they had not the wits nor the skills necessary to gather their resources were they not spaced for easy access to them. But Wind Tribe... We have the wits and the skill to find resources, wherever they may be. We have Shandor Riddle-Mouth; we have the Master Keeper. His ever-present smile deepened. Wind Tribe would flourish. He would see to that. As would Shahmira. All they had to do was give it the opportunity to.Though he preferred to spend his time in the air, Kakaraska had, indeed, visited the earth below on occasion. Never long enough to be out-of-sorts, never setting his feet upon the ground, always on the wing. He preferred it that way. But he had seen the world allotted to the children of the ground, and he knew that there was oh-so-much ground to cover. He would need help--and, indeed, as he understood it, he was to seek it out specifically. So he had put the word out--he was interested in Wind Tribers, bars and bhens, who had the wits and the skills necessary to make it in the sky. Some had already come forward; some had yet to appear. Today he hoped to meet more. He lifted his face towards the sky and waited for the Paguba to assemble.
Panibeng stood tall and proud, at least on the outside. Inside, she was shifting back and forth and back and forth, almost rocking on her feet. Of course she was here, and to be honest? She had to remind herself that she was meant to be here. She had known as soon as she had heard of the Paguba that she wanted to join--she had been one of the first members--but today was a big day: the first full gathering of everyone who had been invited and accepted into the Paguba. The beginning of--well, not Wind Tribe, not in totality, but certainly of one aspect of Wind Tribe--Panibeng's. Today there would be tests, and orders, and quizzes. A day of proving.She finally allowed herself to physically shift from paw to paw as she waited for the day to begin.
There was one other watcher, high above, perched on the peak above the meeting place. Prikaza's mismatched eyes peered down at the island below. He had not been invited. He was an unwelcome guest. His tail twitched, maintaining his balance, claws sliding in and out of his paws. He was not only intruding, but disobeying orders--he had been ordered not to trespass, not to arrive, not to come. Kakaraska had decreed that he would not be allowed to join the Paguba, and that was that. He sighed heavily and curled his tail around his paws. He would be a better flier someday, he swore he would be. Someday he would be able to prove to that darn blackbird that he was as good as any other Wind Triber, just as capable of serving Kumpania. Today might even be that day. If he could just find a chance...((You don't have to reply if you don't want to! But this is to give anyone who has a Paguba member an opportunity to join in, if they'd like. <3 If someone has not replied, please do not quote them! RP is preferred for membership, but not required.))
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Shahmira is invited, natch.
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