Men wait, as men so long before were use to doing. They built slowly, with tools they found new. They are not the most advanced beings on Antichthon, but they are not the slowest. This new Race...Human Beings.. was learning. They were slow...but they were learning, and hunting was one of the things they would soon learn...<br/><br/>Kiitani continued to help the Nation rebuild. It was simple, because they worked with nature. The moon was rising, crescent, thin and small...but bright. It seemed close to the earth this night, and cast light with a sort of forced purpose. A bonfire, built of broken tree trunks, still half soggy lent a more sickly light to the eyes of the Nation. They sat, or crouched, or hunched in the shadows of fire and one another. They hung about in great rings, fanning out into the dark where only eyes flashed, or teeth glinted as they spoke. They were in between, unsure, and scared...confused.<br/><br/>Raissa hid among them, waiting. She'd stayed away from Draekin as much as possible these past few days. She was hurt in her heart for what she had done, but would not take it back. That was her mate, but her duty was also to the Nation...<br/><br/>Kiitani, the Bird woman, danced around the fire. Her feathered boots on, hood pulled low and cloak twisting with the waves of heat from the blaze. Black, brown, white and gray swirling and flapping along with her wild black hair. She chanted to the spirits of nature, calling them to witness and grieve for the state of the Nation. She chanted her fear and love for them all who were gone, all who were there, and all who were yet to be. She loved them all for who they were, faults and flaws as much as good traits and actions.<br/>Kiitani would not show it, but she was nervous, and afraid. She felt something on the wind. She took it to be something about the Challenge...but...she was not sure and could not grasp it properly.