Awinita glided gracefully beside her brother, her feet barely skimming the hard-trodden path that lead upward to Tsuwa`tel’da. Jonas glanced down at his younger sister and grimaced as her dancer’s gait and gently waving, long dark hair attracted the eyes of the young bucks toiling in and around the stores and shops that crowded the road leading to their destination.
"I am afraid,” Awinita announced as they approached the gate.
“Of the rude men’s stares,” Jonas asked as he scowled at the young men’s brave, bold looks.
“No, Wutli,” she giggled. “I fear that I will fail as a Spirit-Woman.”