Mayleen found no one liked her idea. The Loremaster accepted the situation and explained no sleep. This was a test she scowled and pushed her hood up. She wrapped her arms around her body and hopped around staying warm. Tomorrow would be a long day without sleep. Many warriors stay up for days. The longest she was awake was three days and nights. The mourning ritual. The time of no food, no sleep, and endless dancing and chanting. The whole tribe wound huddle in a sweat tent and roll in the snow and sweat more. This was a walking on the bunny trail compared. The visions were creepy. Least now she could talk to Motto."<br/><br/>She skipped to Motto, "What do think about all this? Initiation tests, dragons, and we are rich."