Maybe This Will Be Easy (Kytarra Hawk)

[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]

Petra had the busy bees doing different things. It was mostly to keep the Nightsisters and the under clans busy. For her, there was a cross roads she came up to. What she had planned had to get all the witches or else it would flop. If it did not flop and worked without all the witches, then it might cause a bigger divide than there was presently. A unified front would be more beneficial.

Yes, Petra’s first attempted since her awakening to unite the witches failed. She came across too hard along with making the move to soon. Still there was a period of time the witches were one unit and they had advance themselves so far ahead. The plague ruined that work and memories of those times. That was why Petra was trying to bring it back.

First step was to see Allyan Clans’ leader, she was the other side to that coin. So arriving at the Singing Mountain Clan’s stronghold was little crazy, however, there were more insane things she had done in the past. The guards did come to address the matter of why she was there. She happily told them that she would like to speak with Kytarra, and instructed them that she would wait outside of the gates. Drama, conflict, and lot of negative ideas were a big thing of late and this was Petra’s way of approaching a peaceful meeting.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

At the approach of the Mother Superior, A’kora unhooked the horn from her belt and brought it to her lips, the beaded strap dangling against her hand as she let out a loud blare to announce their arrival to those at the village. In light of recent bloody events, every precaution was taken, and certain steps had to be taken in order to distinguish friend from foe. An answering low call from a sister horn resonated throughout the valley, alerting all of approaching visitors.

Several witches of the Singing Mountain Clan were there, and their arrival of the new party stirred them into action. All the women were dressed in similar tribal attire-- lizard skin tunics of varying shades of scarlet, azure, and deep emerald green. Their ornate headdresses blazing with vibrant color and various bits of colored fabric, bone beads, and rough cut semi-precious gems.

They were armed with an interesting medley of technology and primitive weapons; blaster rifles and pistols among the spears and throwing axes tucked in their belts. Even an ancient force pike was held in a tight grip of a tall ferocious looking blond rancor rider.

One of the witches’ rushed over to A'kora. It was Zor’yat, one of the higher ranked witches of Singing Mountain Clan. Of all the grimy faced women in full warrior regalia, Zor’yat displayed the least emotion. She was well known for her prowess in battle, to be match only with her wisdom and fairness.

With the sangfroid of a hardened veteran, she would study the Mother supirior with a stoic expression. Testing the waters so to speak. Finally, she said something in Paecean to the raven haired female beside her.

"Memanggil Shamon." A'kora would give a nod once, then dart off towards the jungle.

After a moment, Zor'yat would move forward, a cluck of her tongue inching the rancor she sat on top of forward.

"Apa yang membawamu ke tanah kami , Ibu Superior?" << What brings you to our lands, Mother Superior?>> Her tone was flat, but held no venom.

There was no need for tension after all.

Everyone already knew their place.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]

“Apa yang membawa saya dari rumah saya adalah untuk berbagi kata-kata dan mungkin ide-ide dengan Pemimpin Allyan Clan 'yang terpilih” << What has brought me from my home is to share words and maybe ideas with the elected Allyan Clans' Leader>> Petra replied back as she looked up to the witch on the rancor. A grin formed as she eyed the rancor too. One plan was going to happen for use and that version of friend, ally, and pet would become antiquated. She had in mind to share the information. Her mind changed so it was off the table on what she had to say to Kytarra.

“Sekarang, aku diizinkan untuk melanjutkan saya sibuk, adik?” <<Now, am I permitted to continue with my busy, sister?>> Petra politely asked to Zor’yat. Then she added in authoritative tone with the politeness with her words that followed. “Quia tempus pretium semper ac sine nobis aut procedentes.” << Because time is precious, and always moving forward with or without us>>

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

"Biarkan Tinggi Ibu melalui." << Let the Superior Mother through.>> Came the raspy order from behind the line of Singing Mountain Sentinels.

Thump. Thump.

The sound of a walking staff hitting the dirt with firm determination would foretell the arrival of another. A parting of the sea of Allyan witches and the clawing of Rancors would reveal the wizened form of Kytarra Hawk, Shaman of Singing Mountain Clan and the Allyan leader of the Allyan clans.

Her milky white gaze would appear glazed over like that of a dead fish, the film stretching over the entirety of her eyes, nary a pupil in sight. But the way she would level her gaze upon [member="Petra Cavataio"] would make it clear that while it may appear she was blind, she was not.

There was power within the woman; certainly not to the extent as that of the Superior Mother, who had centuries under her belt in knowledge and control over those shadow spells and the ichor beyond. However, the touch of the ancients would be felt among the woman, blackened teeth cracking into a faint smile.

"Kami adalah apa-apa tapi ramah untuk para tamu , setelah semua ..." << We are anything but cordial to our guests, after all...
>> She drew closer, the suble leather of her lizard skin armor shifting about her thin frame, gnarled bony fingers gripping her malraass bone staff tightly.

"Suatu kehormatan , tentu , bahwa ibu yang tinggi akan mengunjungi kita begitu." << An honor, certainly, that the high mother would visit us so.>>

There was a slight incline of her head; therein one had to respect the authority and power that the woman before her held. Two sides of the coin they may follow, Winged Goddess and the Fanged God, but they were necessary for balance.

"Perawatan untuk bergabung dengan saya?" << Care to join me?>> she would ask, coming to a stop to gesture for the woman to follow her inside the compound. There were a few who would frown at the invitation, warily watching the Nightsister Overclan Mother, but they had to abide by Kytarra's invitation.

Granted, cordial they may be, but that did not mean it would lessen their state of alert.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]

The witch of the hour had made it. Petra would say the appearance of the witch was odd; however, she was one the odd one appearance wise among all the witches. She had surgeries to remove features of the Sith species, and then she used Sith alchemy and abuse of the force to keep the appearance that bowed respectfully to the Allyan Leader. It was not to out due Kytarra’s respectful nod to Petra. Her actions were more a sign of trust with true respect. Then she added as her reply, “Sebuah kehormatan ... bisa dikatakan Anda untuk keluar menemui saya.” << A honor... can be said to you for coming out to see me… She also added, “tapi tentu saja, saya akan bergabung dengan Anda.” <<but of course, I would join you.>>

Petra followed Kytarra. She was being mindful of the others. Times were different compare to the last time her feet touched the ground with in Singing Mountain Clan’s stronghold. Darkness and plague made sure the feats of old were gone.