At first Janica did not move at all. She just looked at him, her head slightly tilted to one side, wondering what exactly he was up to, how she was supposed to thank him. Was this just some ritual form of subjugation, the worldly leader kneeling before the spiritual one? As she pondered she could feel a cool gust of wind blowing through the camp and over her bare skin.<br/><br/>Finally she made a decision. If Sak-Bak thought he needed that sort of ceremonyto cement his standing, what the heck. So slowly she lowered herself down, her knees starting to bend until finally one of her kneecaps touched the ground and her behind - actuallly the bare part revealed by the open segment in her kilt - rested on her haunches, while the sole of her other foot was still firmly planted on the ground in what she considered the most dignified pose of kneeling. Now in position she looked up at him, waiting for him to start his mumbo jumbo gesturing, fake as they both knew it was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>