Nolaka made his way towards his father's hut, much like he always did when he could no longer stand the looks he received from those around him. Like his father, he possessed the ability to see the spider's web. While being able to see the future to a point was useful. Here in the moment, it caused nothing but heartache for him. Nolaka could not make a single meaningful connection with any of his tribe besides his father and mother. The knots of choice were always very dark when he tried. Nolaka's first lesson with his father was darker: the knot the worse the outcome for the seer and those around him. The only bright spot he could see was when outsiders would come ashore in time. Sadly, he couldn't see much past this knot as the spider's twin the hawk would not let him share any further past that knot.

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  Nolaka made his way inside his father's hut, lighting an incense burner and bowing his head regarding his mother, who was busy smoking chunks of wild game. Once she returned his greeting, she waved him on to the altar. Dedicated to the many spirits that lived among the stars and the shepherds of his people after they chose not to abandon their creator where his father sat.

  Approaching in quiet respect, Nolaka sank to his knees and cut his palm with the ritual knife. Dropping twelve drops of blood into the bowl on the altar before cleansing the knife. It was as he finished the rite that his father spoke, "Tell me my son what troubles your heart and weighs down your lifesong."

  "The weight of being unable to connect with the others of the tribe has grown heavy on me once more."