The Election Of The Drel'ulicithr

[nobody 146]

The feast blazed as the Daldriads danced and sang around the fire, many knew what was to come.

"Ly-o-lay-ale-loya" sang the Daldriads as they followed the Mustang around the fire. After dancing around the flames and singing the Daldriads were told by their Mustang to take seat by the fire; It is about to begin.

 

Kiowa'Semitika takes a seat infront of the fire as the Mustang began to speak.The Daldriads knew what this event meant. One of the oldest traditions of the Daldriads; Electiing a Drel'Ulicithr. Not much else had been on Semitika's mind since the crash; losing many Daldriads, family lost at sea. But this event was his chance to rise up and get closer to the Great Spirit.

"Does anyone wish to put themselves forward as a Drel'Ulicithr?"

 

At this, Kiowa'Semitika raises his arm, pointing to the Great Spirit itself.

 

"I, Kiowa'Semitika, put myself forward to fulfil the role of Drel'Ulicithr"

 

There is silence around the fire as he puts his name forward, followed by a faint grunt by the Mustang.

 

"I, Takala'Sahkonteic, also put myself forward to fulfil the role of Drel'Ulicithr"

 

A similar grunt is repeat by the Mustang as he raises his arms, signalling for both Semitika and Sahkonteic to raise themselves from their seating. Their position in society is questioned, and their right for this position is rivalled. Nobody opposed these two from being elected as Drel'Ullicithr.

 

"Kiowa'Semitika, do you vow to uphold the tribe in all it's decisions, to respect the word of the Mustang, and interrprret the word of the Grreat Spirrit?"

 

"Yes, I do"

 

As Kiowa replies, green paint is placed on his face, covering the scars of battles old, and his previous blue tattoo. Pride fills Kiowa's heart as the paint dries on his face. The same ritual is done on Takala'Sahkonteic.

 

There was only one, and now there were three.

 

[Watyll 1104]

Mustang Ghora'Rama fills with pride as he marks the new Drel with the green paint of wisdom. As the sun rises, he can only think of new beginnings.

[ΩMercenΩ 67]

Takala'Sahkonteic smiles with pride in himself, seeing his chance to no longer need to feel the strain of battle. He can become more connected with the Great Spirit, and build his status up in the new land, the sun for him marks the beginning of a new life for him as well as the whole tribe.

[dandan1350 479]

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