Thunder crackled in the air as the Elements conferred with Uglutz, the crowd of Horde was hushed as everyone watched intently. The flames in the bonfire changing colors as herbs were thrown within.
Maube watched intently as pictures formed within the dancing flames. Mesmerized she tapped Smedlock on the shoulder and pointed to the ground, eyes not leaving the pictures in the flames. Smedlock blinked, but set the mage on the ground.
"Somethin be strange.."
Maube held up a dainty hand, 'Hush Smed... don't you see it? In the Flames..." cautiously Maube slid forwards, eyes never leaving the bonfire. The Tauren blinked again and watched Maube go.
"i dont see anything..." Was his reply, but Maube did not hear him.
As she moved forwards, the remaining clan parted before her, but the Mage was oblivious.
We are here Maube. We are here Child. The Spirits of the Elements. The Voice of the Clan. The Ancestors speak through us, and we have a test for you.
Maube blinked, the moment lost as she straightened, almost directly ontop of the bonfire. The heat was intense and the sparks brushed her skin and hair without burning.
Humility Maube. You may be a voice of power, but never forget those who have supported you as the Earth Supports all life.
Visions of her first meeting with Volonazra flashed through her eyes, her cowed posture as she tried to avoid the savage distrusting Orc.
Passion Maube. Bring the Clan back to their Glory, Enflame them with your passion and keep their hunger for Glory fed as the Flames in your camp.
A smile tugged the Mage's lips as the reminder of the map in her chambers, the map to the Lair of Ragnaros, the foe her Clan was preparing to battle even now.
Wisdom Maube. Be flexible and know when to be kind and when to be hard. As the gentle rain falls to nourish, the flood can wash all away.
Hands clenching into fists Maube remembered the floods of her life that could destroy an entire harvest in one night, but without the rain there would be nothing. Her own dealings with the Clan were proof of that, tempered in fire and water.
Honor Maube. Never forget those who have come before and those who will come after. Respect all around you, even when they treat others with less then desirable manners. Grow your roots, do not be a seed to be blown around on the slightest breeze.
Maube stiffened, her resolve was growing stronger, but still at times she felt weak as a newborn kitten. She would be flexible, and she would bend when she had to, and be firm when the situation warrented it. Never an easy task... such would help her through the rest of her exsistance...
A thought struck her as she stared unblinking into the flames... why was she of all Clanmembers being told these lessons...
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(( feel free to add your replies, during this exchange Maube is caught in a trance beside the bonfire, though she is the only one to hear the voices, unless you are a shaman Finale to come soon))