Chieftain to Chieftess

[Samson Option 9652]

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

"Leadership passes from the Chieftain,

From Brennus to Lurana of same kin.

The Chieftess leads the tribe from the White Hill,

From above the Dwed for a new homeland to till"

Rixnemeto cambosiz di Rixuiro,

Di Brennus en Lurana havalonijoz.

Rixbena lǣwijoz Cingedoz di Brigwindosdur,

Ver Dweduronoz abo niujus lendhan waxijozoz.

 

 

Two figures stood beneath the translucent light of an aurora rippling across the night sky like a banner caught in wind. They stood on the precipice of a glacial outcropping that stood over the entrance into Khron'Hundmar and adjacent to the modest village of Brigwindosdur. A man, appearing twice as old as the woman opposite him, rested a relaxed palm on the other's shoulder and they stood there in that half-embrace and half-distancing motion with the men speaking audibly.

 

"You ask of me the authority to lead our tribe as if you are half-expecting me to spit out a retort. I have no retort to give, but rather a sigh of relief," Brennus conceded. The woman looked up to him, her painted face failing to hide her astonishment.

 

"Lurana hal'Cingedoz, this authority has no crown to covet nor kingdom to encompass with my heart like a dragon hoarding gold. We are a small folk, an honest folk, a folk few and far between and whose wandering makes it hard to corral us and the wonders we conjure are the treasures of our eyes as opposed to the mundane life of the larger kingdoms whereby the tracts of vast lands are the only things worth coveting."

 

Lurana looked past Brennus as if her mind's eye conjured image upon the very leather laid against his shoulder.

 

"Lurana, I am but Bardnemetoi. Honored Bard, my leadership only being that I picked up where my father Gaisorix left off when he died in the dread city of Kivdrona. I prefer marking our runestones with animated engravings rather than counting coin or herding people. If you have the mind for it, the will for it, the desire for it; I will gladly give up my being Rix of the tribe - of being leader. I shall aid you in the ways that has most defined me, but will gladly call you my leader."

 

Brennus embraced Lurana like a father would a daughter. The two stood awhile longer upon the outcropping as the snow picked up. The new chieftess had been chosen and her first decisions would be to send word to all Cingedoz to return home. The tribe lives, the tribe survives, and now a new leader seeks for the tribe to thrive.

 

Spoiler

Introducing the new leader of the Cingedoz, @Hopeful. I will still be in the background writing lore and stories. You can join the Cingedoz Discord here: https://discord.gg/W5xzVHVH

 

[SteppeNomad 1624]

"May the Cingedoz tribe be lead by a bright and mindful chieftess!" A sworn-sword of Scydria heads over the tall grass