Kiitani, the Bird woman chanted and danced around the bonfire. Feathered cloak flapping and swirling around her, hiding her face in shadows, and then splashing it in the harsh orange glow of the fire. The Nation was silent, listening to her chanting. As Draekin came she continued her dancing and swirling until she was before him.<br/><br/>Straitening, it was now Kiitani, the Bird Man Mystic. His fierce, sharp blue eyes bore down the curved beak. They swam with vision, seeing where they were, what they were and Who they were. "Who are you, who comes before Bird Kiitani, Mystic of the Proud and Strong Animal Nation? Name yourself, and your reason. What is your right to be here? Show your token."<br/><br/>This verbal charge is important, and it seems like not even the fire is cracking because of the force behind the simple words.<br/><br/><br/>((Respond as you think would be formal response. There was no particular wording. Raissa will be asked the same when she steps forward.))