Chapter 6
Their ceremony was simple. An acknowledgement of their connection, before the camp, in their own words. It was the same as every other Caniean who came before the assembled and declared their love for their All, when they wanted an audience. Selati was radiant in the midday light, hide shining in a mosaic of sandstone and onyx and emerald. How did Aleledai find such fortune in his struggle?
Food and drink were abundant, rations doctored with edible additions from the forest and the alcohol brewed from too sweet orange berries found around the shore of the pond. Caniean twisted and twined around each other, in couples or groups. The assembled were flushed, boisterous, wild in their happiness for Aleledai and Selati. In their life, good news was a reason to celebrate with excess.
