My air totem is done.
The block that had been keeping me from its completion finally fell away. I sculpted the beast out of clay with skill I never knew I possessed. Judging by the light I must have spent hours working on it, but I was not aware of even the minutes passing. I captured the deep pools of his eyes hinting at endless mystery. I textured his fur, his delicate paws. I even managed to capture that slight smile he seemed to bear as he judged me and found me fitting. I ground the Q'uellu'hua'sun ore into a fine powder with my mortar and pestle and painted the sun-gold pigment onto his fur. While my beautiful little clay coyote baked in the kiln, I fell into a satisfied sleep.
It was there that Kwahu found me.
"Is this what you've been sneaking off to do?" he demanded while I was still bleary eyed.
"You don't understand brother-"
"I understand perfectly." He stood tall with his head held high. He has changed a lot since he began his training with the druids, but he is not the only one who has changed.
"It's my totem." I told him simply, standing my ground. I became aware of the first rays of light coming through the window. I would need to be gone soon.
"You were serious then? About joining this tribe and abandoning your real family?" he punctuated each question with a finger jabbed at my chest. I raised my gaze to meet his.
"I have joined them. I have been accepted." The look on his face pleased my selfish aspect for a split second, but I regretted it a moment later.
"I'm telling father." He strode off.
"No! Please!" I called out to him vainly as he left.
It is done.
