Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28634206-20161129122220/@comment-31605619-20161201035641

Bird Song nodded thoughtfully, waving her hand slightly at her sister to show she had heard. Though Bird Song didn't sleep; not just yet. Instead, she watched the fire crackle before them, slowly burning out. She watched the sparks fly up into the air, then dissappear high above them. And she wondered about the other tribes. What were they like? She'd never seen any of them before, except when she was very young, when lady Otamowa had played the deerskin drum. And those memories were fuzzy and distant, hardly reaccountable.