A departure….
The shamans move about the braves and their mounts, banging drums and cawing like birds. Though their movements look chaotic in their randomness, the braves realise that there is some method being implemented, for the sandy ground is now covered in intricate pathways that begin to glow with a blue luminescence…
Now that they are closer, it can be seen that the shaman's bare lower legs are covered in bundled feathers, arms too, and as the magic builds the men flicker, alternating between giant spirit bird and mortal man.
A flash of flame and their stands Sun Hawk, a deep pool of darkness hiding Raven, a bulging rain filled cloud outlining Thunder Bird and finally a patch of open blue sky with Condor soaring centre piece.
The drumming stops.
And at the four points of the compass sit the Shamans on their Bison.
North Sun Hawk.
East Thunder Bird.
South Raven.
West Condor.
Without a word they turn, nudging their mounts in to a trot, the dense smoke swirling in and around them to fill in the space where they once stood.
Time to go...