Sacred Ceremony

~ Here we go again ~

"You know I hate this time of year." Cindre sulked. So hard his face seem to almost sag right off his face. "Awwhh, Cindeee!" cooed Adia, bouncing around his hindpaws. "But you look so cute!!" "Silence." "Hee. If you hate this so much, why do you do it?" The great, dark beast rumbled in heavy discontent. "I made a promise."

The sun was bright, but did nothing to impede the brisk wind. Ben and Cindre had been scoping out their target for weeks. It was long, boring work. And so they talked. About love, and their schemes. But mostly about the ever-broiling debate, over who's society was the better: Earth's, or Symbia's. "We have no starving masses," grunted Cindre, great ears pointed at the house down the hill. "You do so," countered Ben, wrapping up in his fifth sweater. "You have the landfallen." "The powerless are forgotten for a reason. And they don't starve." "I wouldn't call the gruel they are fed 'food', Cindy." "Don't call me Cindy." "Okay, layph, fine.." The two shifted, trying to warm. "We have religion, history," Ben said, after a long silence. "Culture! You just have your odd libraries. Symbia is boring." Cindre raised an ear in surprise. "Excuse me?" "Okay then, what faiths do your people have." "We observe Sol, the father of life. When warmth comes, we venerate it. We worship by partaking of the gifts given by the fowel of the plains." "Uh huh.." mumbled Ben, gazing down the valley lazily. "We paint great and detailed works each year, venerating the colours blessed on us by Father Sol." "Mmm hmm.." Cindre growled deeply, crossing his arms tight, baring sharp and grinding teeth. "Impetulant child.. if you can name one single thing, a shred, one holy tradition that could possibly compare to the heart-soaring, millions-strong traditions of the Symbian people, then, then.." "Then what, old bird." "Then I'll take part in it. In any fashion you desire." Ben sat up and grinned. "Any fashion? For serious?" The tall and shadowed beast scowled down at the young sapien boy with a deep anger. "Name it, boy."

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With little Adia bouncing behind him, Cindre stalked down Main Street, Spring parade in full force around him. With a sour look, he looked down at a small girl, who was laughing at him with a wild glee. "It's the Easter Bunny! Do you have candy?!" The great beast rumbled again, ears drooping to the shoulder. "Here we go again."