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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mirth" data-source="post: 1050535" data-attributes="member: 5242">After the procession, Puna Tani was able to slip away, amidst many slaps on the back and wide grins from the others. He knew his uncle wanted to speak with him and he should have gone, as was custom, but the young shaman feared his heart couldn't take it. The beasts within him were wrestling for control and Puna Tani didn't want either his uncle or especially Matava'ine to know how close he was to losing it.So lost in his thoughts was he that, as he crossed the festival grounds headed for the beach, he made no notice of Lani and Tatiki calling to him from the Fare tapere. The cool sand between his toes and the warm water caressing his ankles relieved some of the stress Puna Tani felt as he stood at the water's edge staring out across the wide ocean.It is always calm before a storm, boy. Didn't your father teach you that? He was probably too busy showing you how to split a sweet potato in two. Much like we will do to you soon. Tears welled in Puna Tani's eyes as he thought inside, Can't you give me one moment's peace? It's all I ask... all I ask...The dead are the only ones truly at peace. Don't worry, you'll join them soon... Turning from the surf, Puna Tani ran back to the festival. By them time he had found the others at the food basket, his tears had dried. Maeharoa was the first to spot him. Smiling he said, "This one doesn't sprout rainbows, but it tastes like it does," and cut a sweet potato in two, offering half to the young shaman.Puna Tani paused for a moment, then smiled back and said, "Thanks."</blockquote>

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