Caenithe-Kahjhin had traveled far, and his legs were sore from walking like the human creatures. If only he could fly, like his ancestors had once been able to do, he wouldn't be bound to wander like this.
He hoped to find the mountains again, soon, so at the very least he'd be able to climb--he was much better at that than walking.
If only that spirit hadn't lured him out here, promising him a good, juicy cricket... Such lies! Why was no one honest with him? (This was all a hallucination, of course, but poor Cae doesn't know that.)
He had taken many of the silver earrings from his large, pointed ears, as the heat made them uncomfortable against his skin. The heat--the accursed heat, nothing like the pleasant chill of his old mountain home--would be mildly bearable if he hadn't his thick winter coat, not to mention his fur was black! He was tempted to remove the loincloth, in a feeble attempt to cool himself, but he all too often found himself in the company of others and didn't want to be deemed as one of bad manners. With a sigh, he thanked mother moon--Yuimau'ue--for the cool shadow of night that she provided.
After a few more awkward hop-steps, the sound of water reached him, and with renewed vigor he headed towards the sound. Yuimau'ue also reigned over the waters of the earth, and it would be most wonderful to offer up his song while near the water.
He lightly fingered the smooth wooden pan flute that hung from his neck and checked Yuimau'ue's location in the night sky. Such beautiful stars, he thought to himself, something of a smile stretching across his face.
As he neared the softly lapping water of the ocean, he noticed a girl, clad in white, standing nearby. He let loose a few rapid clicks, and when the image returned, he could see no obvious weapons, and this made him very happy. He smiled as best as he could and lumbered forward, landing with light feet by her side. Kahjhin touched his right hand to the sand for balance and glanced down at her. He was a little shaky with human speech, but he had picked up some during his time wandering.
"I am Caenithe-Kahjhin, of no clan," he said, by way of formal Mauer'tah introduction, "Would you be telling the spirit it has to be going away now? It perhaps will listen to you. It is not kind to me; it is a liar."
He nodded to the spirit (hallucination...) that was 'floating' near Vyatrixe's shoulder.
He smiled in his stupid, contented way and waited for a reply. Perhaps she would like to join him in the song-giving ritual tonight! That would be nice, as he had worshipped by himself for quite some time. To his dismay, he hadn't participated in a proper fullmoon ceremony in over a year, as he was exiled and forbidden to make contact with any of the Mauer'tah high priests. He did offer sacrifices, though... but that was not enough, he didn't think.
