The yurt's interior is lit with lanterns hanging from the wooden support beams that arc overhead. It is the largest in the encampment, with a number of small rooms branching off a central space. It is here that your father and his advisors have always met.
Drazha, your aunt, looks as elegant as ever. Her dark hair has been brushed straight, and a shawl of Kulmajalari silk is wrapped about her shoulders. You have always suspected that she would like to have been born anywhere other than the Great Steppe, but to her credit, she has always served as an advisor to her older brother, and her intelligence and cunning have earned her much respect.
Seramet sits cross-legged on the floor near your father's chair, which now stands empty at the far end of the chamber. If ever a figure in the Tribe of the Red Bear could be said to be surrounded by an air of mystery, it is she. Stories about Seramet communing with spirits and demons abound, and she has never been in a hurry to confirm or deny these rumors. You just know that she has been your tribe's shaman for as long as you can remember, and seems to have scarcely aged in all that time. Of course, with tattoos covering her body and face, and the ornate, traditional clothing that she wears, hung with decorations of feather and bone, it sometimes seems that she is less a woman and more a creature of the spirit world herself.
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