Neminea

Chapter 2 Dancing and Praying "Again." Damali sighed, and went through the steps of the praying dance for the umpteenth time while mentally reciting the steps to help her remember. "Sway your hip to the right, arch your back, and now bring your left hand in to your back in a wide circle..." "Start over." The dismissive tone made Damali contemplate several creative ways to murder her teacher as she obeyed. The young girl tried to keep her face passive but failed, the anger seeping into her features slightly. "You are doing a ritual dance to Lukou, to ask her for an easy childbirth, yet you look like your praying to Shirvallah, or one of

Sarili hugged her young daughter close, then handed her to her mate. She felt a pang of sadness as she watched them leave their humble hut and berated herself. The child was three years now, so she had to move to the Hut of Children. It was their way, the Darkspear way – no, the Troll way.  She had done it before with her firstborn son. It had been hard, but she hadn't felt as sad and lost as she did now. Sarili touched the bump of her belly where her third child was already growing. She knew the Loa spirits had blessed her with fertility and that  she should be thankful. It would only be for three years, after all.