Welcome to Gaia! ::

She watched her offering burn, refusing to let herself think it might have been a poor choice of item. Her own fur didn't seem appropriate when she had this relic with much more meaning and connection to what she was decidedly moving on from. So she watched the wanidatsi stubbornly as he waited, smiling only when he finally announced her clan and welcomed her.

"Thank you," she said, moving on to let the next lion go.

Mantis Clan, very interesting.

Skan was a little less tense once the more nervous white female had passed on. He always forgot how easy it was to pick up and 'adopt' someone else's emotions when their whole future rode on his readings. He took a moment to catch his breath, adding more fuel to the smoldering pile (with small flames licking out once in a while), making sure that the right amount of herbs were burning. Alright.

He was set for the next one, and she approached quite readily. Almost like day and night between the two females. This one seemed excited for this new future of hers, and was ready to find out. With a not, he took her gift and sprinkled it into the ceremonial mound, watching the smoke tease and play with itself as it dissipated into the sky above.

"Myrina, your home is within the Shadow Clan."

Skan was more 'in the zone' that he was earlier, and the sense of familiarity made it easier to read the smoke trails as they curled into the sky. He nodded as the next lion approached, this Kibwe. He always appreciated the more personal offerings, like a snip of mane or fur. It seemed to read more clearly, though at times the gifts of items that were better left in the past life always told more interesting stories, and made Skan curious.

He read this lion's future easy enough, and felt reassured in a small smile towards the rich golden male. "Kibwe, join your clan mates within the Sky Clan."

The strong sense of conviction over Azria's reading, he was feeling more confident. He wanted to complete this ceremony as soon as possible. The more time that the new members could spend with the pride, the sooner they would adjust to the customs and culture of the Ela'wadiyi. Hopefully, then, once the clans separated into their migration patterns, the ex-rogues would become one with their clans.

Seeing the female approach him shook him back to the task at hand. He nodded to the female and shifted the flower more into the fire, feeling his paw's fur get slightly singed. It was part of the job, and he only felt it because it had been so long since the last Tree Ceremony, and his burns had healed over.

"Channah," he said, narrowing his eyes as the flower curled and broke apart. It was interesting to see some of the petals dissolve apart from one another, and intrigued him. "You're to be with the Sky Clan. Welcome."

Maraba Edi didn't have much to offer here. All he had was, honestly, himself. But he didn't look nervous as he approached Skan, because he was at peace with this step. After so much time wandering, he looked forward to life here. "Hello, Skan." He dipped his head politely, with a somewhat sheepish smile.

"I'm Maraba Edi, it is a honor to be here." And with that he offered some of his fur and the only physical thing he had taken in his journey, a simple hawk feather that had been knotted into his mane. His wandering days were over, and it was time to let go.

Tabbris had followed his instincts here. Instincts and whispers and this female who seemed to be the complete opposite of him, and yet he had no qualms with. His ears flicked as dark aqua eyes looked at the lions around him. About his neck he had a bag that held a sacred treasure. It was sacred because Tabbris had watched the lightening strike the ground before him when he was on the sand of the beach. It struck right before him and made this bit of jagged glass. If he had stopped a second later than he did, he would have been dead, no doubt about it. He took it with him to remind himself, through his anxiety, that at the end of the day he was alive.

Following suit with everyone else, Tabbris stepped towards the tattooed male and bowed his head a little. "I am Tabbris." His voice was slightly high pitched, panicking a little since he had to meet a new lion. However, he knew this would be good for him. It would be a place he could start fresh. That he could learn to let go of his anxieties and become more than them.

He pulled out the jagged, sort of pinkish glass and offered it to the fire before him and Skan. Next, he pulled a bit of his own mane out and tossed it into the fire as well. After this, the dark male stepped back and waited, eyes down cast at his own paws.

Skan was ready for the next one to approach, and nodded at the male that was the next one to come. The feather was an interesting touch, since many of the Ela decorated their manes and necks with feathers. Still, letting go of the past, and starting new roots within the Ela'wadiyi was the purpose of this ceremony.

He watched as the feather and mane hair burn, the smoke from each twirling together, offerings patterns of the past, and the possible futures that may come to pass. "Maraba Edi, you are very welcome within the Ela'wadiyi, but you home is within the Earth Clan. I welcome you."

They had decided to come together after many hours of talking - which consisted of half her yelling in hyperactive means, and he, humming and hawing with a whimper, always looking at his paws. It took a lot of pushing and a bit of coercing, but now they were here, standing in front of the fire, waiting to see how their life would affect them from here on end.

"I am Korofi Shujaa" she stated after he had completed, bowing her head low in respect to the higher classed lion, nudging the male beside her as he clicker-clank walked through the steps, his high voice making her laugh softly as he put the hair in to the fire, before she walked forward with the feathers, lowering them toward the fire, allowing them to flash in the fire, showing her promise to the pride.

[With Tabbris]