Toho wordlessly accepted the skewer from Damita, tugging an oversized wing free from the bird's body without looking at his new consort. His build was slender, but athletic, and his thick arms were wired with thick veins, biceps decorated with black straps bearing tribal designs. His long hair was black and straight, and his eyes seemed to match..they seemed pure black, with no traces of any real color in them, like ebony marbles. His body was dark, tanned both with his heritage and with a lifestyle that kept him always out in the sun.<br/><br/>He passed the skewer back to the Chief, who was eyeing Damita as though he didn't quite understand her question. Toho echoed his thoughts; hadn't the old man already explained it?<br/><br/>Finally, Otaohnacto spoke again, his words quiet, as though trying to explain it as best he could. "You..have been gifted to the Jaega. You are of the Jaega now." He nodded his head to her as he spoke, as if he encouraging her to show that she understood.