Being a Provisionary was hard.
Kamili could be overheard grumbling about it’s difficulties daily. It was sort of like being in limbo - there was no defined end to his trial status, but one wrong move and he could be kicked out, just like that. It didn’t make any difference that he’d been living here for 2 moons now. As long as he didn’t have his new name, he wasn’t really a spirit talker.
Kamili had to learn fast… there were plenty of things in this pride that even ignorance to their customs couldn’t excuse you from. And even if you followed all the rules, all those older members still looked at you sideways and glared, knowing you couldn’t yet be fully trusted. For the very sheltered Kamili, it was very trying.
Then again, he was learning fast. Like today, for example, he was just wandering around, watching as the swamp lions went about their business, but he was also learning where he could. It was midday, and though he could not see the sun through the cloud cover, it was warm and muggy.