Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

The woman smiled as further questions bombarded her. She had mixed feelings about talking about this - it had always felt inaccessible to her as a woman, but now she felt a feeling of alienation more strongly than before. She wished she could speak of some great and unending faith, or hold conviction for what the men had believed; it wasn't her's though, merely an aspect of her life that she had taken for granted. Something she didn't have the adequate words to speak about, nor the familiarity. Still, Parvati would try to explain what vagaries she carried within.

I think it was a hunting prayer? It would start days before a hunt, with many more verses and more fervor. It was always quite an invigorating chant to overhear. The boys would try to follow along but they never had all the verses. The older men, the proven warriors and hunters, would fill the air with their combined voices and they would commune with their god together. It had always been an interesting bit of entertainment to her - nothing more.

I believe they were asking for fate to be on their side. Or -- or for a blessing from the wadj-wer, um, The Green, I suppose you could call it. Water was not in abundance back home and when the rainy season came we would celebrate -- she felt as if she were rambling on things that she had no place to speak of, and floundered a bit, then fell quiet.