You have, grown one:
the fangs of your father,
the love of your mother,
the strength of your mother's father,
the Mark of your father's mother,
Travel well, my one.
Accept our pride, special one.|| Designation of a New Guardian ||
Ribbons, to carry the title of your duties.
Bells, to announce your place in this world.
Rings, to weigh fair your judgment.
These mark a Guardian.
Paint of clay, to allow you truthful sight.
Paint of ash, to preserve your strength.
Prints of old, to guide your justice.
These strengthen your purpose.Chanting in primal tongue. Three rings of new, forged in flame blue. One ring of old, in travel-weathered gold. Echoes through the cavern mythical, ethereal. Cool as the late night under the towering trees. Into the sacred well, guided through her path following her mentor's expertise. The Ceremony of Sending. White paint, for friends and kin to mark her. Black paint, visible wisdom of Guardians on fur.
One sun and one moon within, to begin.
Astrona || Female || Founder of The New Guard
feminization of ástron, old greek for 'star' || User: MySpoons
Ribbons, to carry the title of your duties.
She heard of large felines far west where they lived together instead of scattered throughout family territories. Powerful kings and queens of old who ruled large prides. A place where strength and loyalty and kinblood determined one's station instead of a committee. If that is so, there is a need for a Guardian to mediate these relationships. It is her honor-bound duty to provide peace for those who need assistance keeping it. Carrying the Guardian's banner past their existing boundaries drives her onwards, every step following the setting sun.
Bells, to announce your place in this world.
As she travels, the biomes change and the flora and fauna become strange to her. Instead of ocelots in the trees, she sees small felines no bigger than tiger cubs slinking through tall grasses. Slit-eyed snakes watch her from tree limbs— they leave her be as she passes under with quick, light steps. Crocodilia are familiar here, even this far away from home. The birds sing different melodies, the sunsets glow a different color at night after a lunar cycle of travel. No sign of these large felines yet.
Rings, to weigh fair your judgment.
Patience. Service. Temperance. Fortitude. Each one earned at times of great character. Patience and fortitude serve her well on this pilgrimage, throughout the long silences of quiet lands and the weather that sends her to shelter early in the day. This quest is a calling, a pull deep in her chest where her heart beats fast and strong for her mission.
Astrona goes to the valley not with a plan, but a mind full of eagerness.
Remember your station, dutiful one.
Keep your head clear, stoic one.
Speak your truth to all, kind one.
Walk your path, bold one.
May the Sun honor you as a Guardian of Peace, loved one.