Night had fallen on the village, the light of the twin moons and the bonfire that burned in the middle of the town, illuminated the multitude of Sagittarians surrounding the bonfire on that special night.
you felt nervous about that crowd. Carai had kept it some distance apart from the rest of them while you were watching the spectacle that they were looking. With your watchful eye, you tried to find the strange looking stallion that was wearing clothes but you found no trace. Instead your gaze went to the same place that the crowd was centered.
Before you, a stallion dressed in a headdress reminiscent of what he saw in an Indian movie. An aged stallion who had lost his left hand. In a language unknown to the attentive gaze of the attendees- As his voice picked up the bonfire in front of him seemed to increase in intensity and Ana swore she could see shapes moving between the embers.
In addition to that horse. A trio of Saggitarians came forward. By their appearance, you believed that these were the famous hunters that everyone was talking about. The three carried a knife tied to their hips and a helmet-shaped tattoo adorned their bare breasts. The three had the same serious look as they made their way to the center of the village where the bonfire and the mysterious stallion were.
After a short ceremony, ACaria, Carai's mother and chief of the tribe of Medra stepped into the center and began speaking in the same intelligible language. At that moment you felt Carai squeeze his hand. When he looked and saw how she nodded with an expression that tried to convey confidence.
With a calm expression, you, tak a step forward being exposed to those strangers. The work Carai had done had given youu an aspect that could look more alike among the members of the tribe. Even so, you felt the glances and murmurs following her as she approached the bonfire. Upon arrival, Carai's mother surrounded you with her arms surprising you and the crowd that gathered around you. At the end sshe spoke that strange language again while pointing at you and gesturing to the rest of the tribe. Once finished, she cast a glance with the shaman and stepped back.
That old stallion stood two steps away from her and made several gestures with his hands as he picked up a plate with a dark substance in it. With his index finger he picked up part of that substance and with an express hand he extended it in two vertical lines over the left eye and down the neck.
Ana had received a brief explanation of what tonight's events would consist of. This stallion was the tribe's Shaman and the oldest stallion in the town. In summary, the ceremony was a kind of baptism that would make it part of that anthropomorphic horse civilization and welcome the tribe.
With a final movement, the shaman released the clay dish by throwing it into the fire, causing the flames to rise for a moment. That seemed to mark the end of the celebration and some members of the crowd began to disperse and return to their homes. Carai approached you surrounding you with an affectionate hug.
The shaman approached you and with a voice worn by the passage of time she speak.
“Now you are blessed by the ten spirits. And you are part of the pack of Sagittarius, but before our eyes you are little more than a girl taking your first steps in adult life. In addition, your Shiv'la condition has made us consider that you will receive a special tutelage for battlements a year. Once you face the Sagittarius rite, you will be considered an adult among your peers”.
The shaman stepped aside letting Acaria take the floor. While a female saggitarian with reddish fuur approached the group gathered around the stake.
“She´s Ariel. She will be in charge of teaching you the ways of the Madra tribe and in terms of language, our shaman, Mor has offered to teach you the ancient language"
The mare with a dark red fur, Ariel, grabbed Ana's hands and placed them against her.
“By the laws of the ancestors And of the tribe You have been reborn in the form of the. And we by the rite of adoption accept to be your protectors and mentors”.
When pronouncing those last words. The head of the mare caresses yours and then kisses your forehead. Meanwhile, you can't help noticing that your caregiver's blue eyes are surrounded by the same golden ring as yours.