A Calling Out To Change.

[Geo 1415]

Va'Khajrian drums begin to sound throughout the jungles of Karakatua, accompanied by several flutes as an audience is signalled.  Soon enough, as expected, several Kharajyr begin to emerge from their houses and approach the foot of the Tlatlanni's palace.  The drums fall to silence and the Tlatlanni steps out with a long scroll, reading loud and clear from it as to address those before him.

 

"Sa'vi, Kharajyr awv Karakatua.  Eet haws cawm tu Tla'Morthawl's attentiawn as awv lately thawt tha Kharajyr wey awv lyfe ees een dayn'ja.  Awr cult'ja, awr reli'jawn, awr lyfestyles.  We hawv chayn'ja'd mawch since livvang upawn Metztli's parawdise awv Va'Khajra, awnd we hawve chayn'ja'd fawr tha wurse.   Tla'Morthawl weel be cawllang a councawl awv Kharajyr tugetha' suun su thawt we mey discaws eet, awnd put tha weys awv awr gawddess right wunce awgeyn."

 

The Tlatlanni stops and draws in a deep breath before bowing his head.

 

"Awll Kharajyr weel be invited tu awttend.  Thaw meetang weel be een tha grayt tumb awv Metztli."

 

He smiles to everyone before running his paw along the scroll, as if feeling for words.

"We shawl be discussawng tha fullowang:

 

Kharajyr Cult'ja, huw eet haws chayn'ja'd awnd huw we mawst fix eet.

Tha Aelkos struct'ja, awnd huw we must chayn'ja eet.

Apes.  Shuuld we awccept theym awn Metztli's parawdise, awnd if su, huw mawch?

Events within Karakatua, festivawls, blawdmuuns.

 

Kharajyr reli'jawn, huw eet haws chayn'ja'd awnd huw we mawst fix eet.

Rawspect tu yuur gawdess, the unlee gawdess, awnd turnang apes tu bawleev een Metztli.

Prayang awt thaw tempawl, huw eempurtant eet ees awnd huw oftawn eet shuuld be dawn.

Tha' Kharajyr triawls, huw shuuld we chayn'ja theym?

 

Karakatua's trayd awnd ecawnumee, huw we mawst chayn'ja eet awnd fix eet.

Kharajyr lay'bawr, eets impurtawnce, awnd huw we mawst fix eet.

Whu we awr allied with, whu we awr at war with, whu shuuld we be traydang with, whu nawt.

Whut itawms shuuld we nevva be givven tu tha Apes.  

 

Karakatua's stawnce een this wurld war, awnd wutt'ah we shuuld du awn this.

Tha Karakatuan Militawree, whut we shuuld du weeth it.

Awr stawnce een this war, awnd huw we shuuld remuuv awrselves frawm it.

Huntang parties awnd tha eempurtance awv them.

 

 

Thees awr sawm awv tha must basic theengs we may speak awv, afta we hawv spukawn abuwt theym, we shawl be upawn tu discussiawn awv anee utha' topic yu mey wish tu speak awv. 

 

It ees awsked thawt yu speak when tuld, awnd thawt yu du nawt eenturupt anee thawt speak.  Theyr weel be tuu many peopawl here fawr casuawl discussiawn.

 

Thaw meetang weel be een t'ree Elvawn muuns.  Mey Metztli guide yuur minds een weyt awv this discawss'jawn.  Awntil theyn, Sa'vi."

 

Birds are sent to Kharajyr that have been known to leave the island regularly.

 

((This meeting will be held at Saturday 8:30 GMT 3:30 EST  If you can, please do come, it's rather important.))

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Catulus clambers up to a small, stone wall as he watches Morthawl speak. As he listens, he feels the ever evident Kharajyr Pride inside himself skyrocket. He knows that he will most likely not be able to speak his mind, but he knows and trusts the large, white Kha in front of him and will obey him without question.

 

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S'Scicle blinks as he stands towards the back of the crowd, leaning softly onto his staff. His whiskers twitch as he listens, his eyes wide and full of optimism. Although what the Tla is saying is strange to his new found beliefs, he has grown to respect and obey his leaders. His maw contorts into a grin as Miggles the Ocelot curls up upon his neck and shoulder, wrapping her tail about his neck to balance herself.

 

"Yus," he whispers to her. "Chaynge is evidunt."

[Addled 62]

Ja'Lorei crosses her arms as she stares at the kha around her. This meeting is needed, she knew that, but still she felt uneasy at the many different minded kharajyr around her. She expected there to be conflict,  arguments, maybe even a fight or two before the meeting was over. A few years ago, she would have cowered at the thought of being in such a dangerous situation. Now, she stands still, confident in herself and ready to defend herself if need be. A rumble left her throat, the low laughter only audible to those standing close to her. 

 

How long had it been since she had a chance to voice her opinions? How long had it been since she had let them pass her to please the kha around her? 

 

The meeting with the Gy'waka had given her insight, courage. Compared to that jittery bird, this meeting was much less intimidating. She could handle this.

 

She looks toward the Tla' and recalls the subjects of the meeting quickly in her head. Forming her own opinions and what she wants to be heard, she bows quickly in the general direction of the Tla' and retreats back into Metztli's Blessing to think. 

[Volutional 935]

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.