Of course she had taken it the wrong way! A sigh left Shytoras lips. "As a shaman it is my duty to care for the well-being of the tribe. If a scout doesn't have enough to eat it should be brought to the tribe mothers attention." Her voice was a drawl as though she were annoyed by the comment of her sister.

Regardless she now knelt before Aishla, brought her paint covered fingers to her face and started covering her skin in the traditional markings for scouts. While she did this she started singing in a deep voice, the words her mother had taught her now part of her. After she had finished with the paint she set it aside and went to get her stones. On her return she suddenly halted and raised her eyes to the sky. A gust of wind had brought the browning leaves to whisper in their excited manner. 

Concern glinted in the young shamans eyes as she then looked from the tree to her sister. She came closer to hold her hands bearing the stones over Aishlas head. "You should be wary of the woods. The trees whisper in foreboding. Let the other scouts know as well." Then she continued with the blessing, letting the stones jump in her hands to clutter softly while she spoke the words of blessing. 

Shytora lowered her hands with her final sentence. A brief moment worry could be seen in her features, but it vanished as fast as it had appeared. Her boots seemed to shovel over the floor as she brought her stones back to their bowl beneath the tree. Something was wrong, but she couldn't place it. She didn't know what was wrong. Irritated she his a yawn behind d her hand. Perhaps she was just tired and the wind was playing tricks on her. Perhaps it was something? In any case she'd best look for tribe mother or her any other shaman to scatter her thoughts. 

A smile came to her lips as she looked at her sister. "Good hunt." She said briefly, that perfect smile part of the mask she was expected to have as a shaman. Not that she had ever had any problems with concealing her emotions. Quite the contrary! Yet she stood reminded of the importance of it ever so often.