It’s a relief to see some of the animals going back. The smaller are playing with the squeakbeasts for a while though, and the wingbeasts flying make a beautiful thing to stare at. Some go back to the caves with their loved ones, some take the chance to use the rain for cleaning themselves, but until they fly away it’s difficult not to pay attention to the spectacle.
Difficult for anyone with a whole spine you mean.
The people helping you stand up carry you to your place, worried because you’ve barely noticed you can’t move your legs; only to be halted by the Shaman who gives instructions to your doctors to bring that oil.
He’s still a highblood, you guess.
It takes a while to work, and the pain remains but at least the bruises and the fractures in your bones have disappeared.
You tell everyone helping you to leave as you walk back to your place as if nothing happened there.
“Could you follow me Shaman, I need you to explain me.”
When you arrive you shoo all the couples off your room, taking all of the dyed skins on the floor out to get cleaned and putting some clean wools on a rock to rest. You light a fire and burn some aromatic plants too, to take off the smell of sex that floods every square inch of the palace.
It’s not like they can do much, they only merge their smell with the room’s.
Doing all this assures you’re in good health, but after the stampede and the rituals you’re really tired…
“Shaman, what did this all mean?”
You help your host to get to his room, too, after the doctors had follow your instrutions and massaged the oil on his back. You make him lay and you take care of the aromatic plants burning, to keep them relasing their aroma. You end up by following him, carrying the oil back with you.
“do YOU NEED more?” you mutter, pointing to the leather flask containig it. Yes, its smell it’s not very pleasing, but it works.
You’re starting to feel tired. The ritual, the dance, and then the animals, the rain.. Your hair is very wet and it hasn’t a very good smell, either. Back in your place, you’d have oils to clean your hair, but not here. You sit near Darkleer.
He demands an explanation. You seem meditating for some minutes.
“I.. think, the GODS gave YOU and YOUR PEOPLE a sign, THAT YOU are PROTECTED. they AREN’T cruel GODS, and they LIKE the OFFERS you always BRING TO THEM. they WANTED to show YOUR PEOPLE something..SPECIAL.”
You look nervous about his safety, anyhow.