Bitterroot Valley porphyria

[table width=80%][tr][td]She had safely led her subjects to the new land - had followed Camazotz' guiding voice deep in the night sky to find them a place to belong. For now, they could feed as him, without consequence, and K'atik knew not many had taken notice of their presence yet. How would they? As the other poor souls slumbered, their group was alive. It was in the night they lived, as their great God - and it would not take long for the moon to appear in the sky yet again. But, the woman was not planning on sleeping through the day - she left that blessing upon the others as she followed the scent of both her daughter and the man they had found all those moons ago. She knew them better than to suspect them trying to run away and escape her ruling - escape the wishes of Camazotz - and did not worry all too much.

For a moment did she took upon the role of a Rapapik, although she was not scouting for land this time. No - the ones she wanted to find were far more treasurable than a mere place. Squinting at the daylight, she tried her best to stay in the shadows with a displeased look on her face. Koh and her daughter would not go far - they would not leave the group behind for their own desires. No one had done it in years - no one had dared in centuries.[/td][/tr][/table]