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CheCha appraised his Granfir with a sidelong look. The old man was a living tree; sinewy limbs that held thick and strong when pressed upon, veins as raised as roots, bark flesh belying its formidable prowess through waves of wrinkles. A tree, perhaps, that was in winter, given the white cap of estranged, sprouting follicles on Granfir's spotted crown. He'd shaved his face clean recently, in preparation for the Sending Ritual. The Sending garb sat tight against the old man's waist; leather belt cinched desperately against flesh. If not for the weighted stones at the bottom of the two pieces of cloth attached to the belt, the wind would have given the gathered quite a show of Granfir's unwithered manhood. As his Granfir climbed upon the jutted slate stage without help of hand nor cane, CheCha filled with pride. If he was half as strong as Granfir upon reaching Elder status he'd have done well.
"Jektric keep you!" Granfir called to the gathered.
"Jektric free you, Granfir CheLoch!" The crowd responded, enthusiastic.
"I thought to tell you all the story of Jektric and the Longest Cry. Good that I thought longer, though, or you'd all be asleep upon my Sending." The gathered laughed and hooted. "Instead, allow me to remind you of why we enjoy peace rather than suffer from war." Instantly the people quieted and as one, Granfir included, turned their eyes upon the massive stone architecture behind them. "Close your eyes, flesh of Jektric, and listen."
"While we were still mud and flower creatures, mindless and wailing, Jektric, the Stone Heart, fought his mother, Wind Witch, for the right to create our story. Wind Witch would have us as slaves to the divine. Jektric wanted to give us freedom to think, to toil, to tell stories. They were matched in battle, unable to over power each other. So they pulled up the Wheel of Chance from the divine storage chest and instead sat to gamble our lowly fate. Jektric was winning over his mother when the Kuton, power hungry demons that they are, attacked the divine realms. Wind Witch, hearing the cries of her other children, conceded to Jektric immediately. Jektric spared only enough time to will us thought before following his mother to protect their divinity from the Kuton. And so the Wheel of Chance hangs over us, a divine symbol of the gods' protection, warding off our potential foes, until the day our fate is set to change."