[center][h1]||[color=a36209]Koa Jakwela[/color]||[/h1][/center]

Koa hesitated, her gaze lingering on the device. The hunt was important, yes, and skipping it would grant very little chance of another invitation back next year. But still...what was that thing? Curiosity chewed at the corners of her mind, tempting to her to reach over and take a peek. It was a slab of letter with tattooed leaves inbetween. So why did she feel so compelled to open it? "I suppose a look can't hurt," she mumbled begrudgingly. She raised a finger sternly at Kwelek. "A [i]quick[/i] look." 

A bolt of surprise shook Koa as Kwelek darted away, the journal in his hands. She opened her mouth indignantly before movement caught her eye. The elders. A group were headed their way, though their attention was held by their closed conversation. She shot a nervous look in the direction Kwelek darted before looking back at the group. Something told her to tell them. To confess about the leather bundle. But as they neared, the thoughts disappeared. No...Kwelek was right. Telling them would cause too much trouble, especially for such an important event. [i]It doesn't matter,[/i] she chided herself. [i]Besides, this thing can't be that important, can it?[/i]

With a small shake of her head, Koa darted after the young boy. The back of the tent cast shade from the rising sun and hid them from the elders' gaze. She kept pace easily enough, though she cast the other around her uneasy looks. Why was she so paranoid? Surely this thing wasn't that important. "Alright, talk." She motioned towards the journal before crossing her arms. "What is this thing?"