The altar

Returning to the altar, Zagan set his collection of birch bark in a neat pile, organizing the pieces by size and durability. With a huff, he was content with his work, and sat back to watch Xairo add the final touches. “Yes.” He said, agreeing with his brother’s musing. “And we have enough for several fires after this.” He motioned to the rest of the wood and tinder they stored. It would come in handy for future rituals, and with winter on the horizon, they could use it for warmth if needed.

“That’s all of the elements.” He says, while looking over the altar again. “Let's start the first fire together- to bring Mother's vision to life.” His attention shifts to Xairo, and he waits for an answer.

"Zagan Saxe"