j- fortify and strike

The great grass sea flickered and swayed like the tides of the ocean.

They were different grasses here, in a faraway place.  But all grass moves the same.  Each is ruled by the wind, be it a whisper or a howl.  The sweet, skittering grasses welcomed her all the same.  They knew their own.  Today, a red sky beamed its last light upon the bronze field and the wind played a susurrus over the crests of the grass.  Just as certain as all of these things were the fact that Awazzi had come upon Rakharo's khalas.

"Fool," she muttered to the dark brown earth, her nose bend downwards.  She stood, hunched with age, her bones weighed down by exhaustion, and she contemplated.  Visions had drawn her here, visions and portents and a thousand signs in the stars themselves.  And now she stood at the edge of Rakharo's world without fear, without hesitation.  Slowly, she drew her head up and she let her voice call out to those who would heed it, calling for the Khal.