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Asari opened his eyes and listened to the blood pulsing in his ears. He gazed at the hanging gourds dangling idly on the blackened rafters, but his ears wandered far into obadama, the large clearing, where everyone must meet to welcome the dry season.

@OOberyn #PNR Enchanted1
In the distant Tshangu night, the tribe stood in silence, awaiting the dervish to finish his perfunctory recitals, the end of which would declare the Feast of Orsol open.
All held their breaths, watching him commune with the gods in deep guttural orisons.
The bonfire crackled and snapped, sending countless sparks of supplications to the starry sky.
The dervish sprinkled a token of ground native chalk into the fire, then a little air blown through his mouth, and then a paucity of water, too little to disturb the raging flames.
“By these elemental spirits, we pray to the gods,” he said.
“Aih! Aih! Aih!” the people chanted in unison, and then a loud horn was heard.
The feast had been declared open.
The people cheered as the sound of music tugged at the quietus which a while ago beset the night. Almost as if by some blaring signal, they enthusiastically dragged many bushels of grains into the fire.
The drummers worked frenziedly. Men, women, and children alike stomped around the fire in traditional Maluku dance. Beads of perspiration trickled down their half-clad skin glazed with decorative white and red chalk, with the fiery reflections casting a lustrous sheen
on their sweat-embossed bodies.
The Feast of Orsol was, as always, a time of joyous celebration when the last stocks of old harvests were disposed of in extravagant merriment to usher in fresh stocks of harvest into the barns and silos.
It was also a time of prayers and trusting that the spirits, especially Aih the Earth Goddess, would make good on her promises of bountiful harvests. In fact, this unequivocal trust in the gods was shown by feeding many bushels of grains and livestock to Okunu, the fire spirit
an emissary of the gods …
Asari sighed deeply and rose from the raffia mat. He reached for his bow and quiver and let himself out to the courtyard.

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She Called Him God by @OOberyn in Enchanted Vol1 #Anthology

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