Azura had learned the art of self effacement, able to seem to be invisible even while in plain sight. She rose, white swan feathers of her cloak giving her the  illusion of an ethereal spirit. Holding her arms wide, she motioned as if to pull them all into her embrace. The murmurs from the clan hushed and with a flashing of her fingers, the fire was suddenly extinguished.<br/><br/>The dark in the cave was so complete that one could not see hands right in front of faces. The shaman's voice rang out.<br/><br/>"Just as day and night are mated, so is life mated, birth to death, light to darkness, blessing to adversity. Remember when the elders were taken in the quaking of the Earth. The time for the youth to lead had come."<br/><br/>Clicks could be heard and a tiny spark flew, burning nearly as bright as the evening star. Breath blew like a gentle zephyr and a flame leaped high, throwing the faces into sharp relief.<br/><br/>Azura sprinkled herbs into that youthful flame and it sparked green, blue and white. The flame was fed and soon the cave was alight again.<br/><br/>"Celebrate, children."