Vakama & Konek
Konek
Do you know the old story about the night sky that whispers guidance to our tribe? I find these tales so alive, and I'm curious—what legend do you hold most dear when leading your people?
Vakama
I remember the tale of the Great Star, the one that shone brightest when the tribe first crossed the river. It is said that the star fell from the heavens, landing in the middle of our camp, and from that day we know that no matter how dark the night, the sky is a compass for our hearts. When I speak to my people, I share that story, because it reminds us that the ancestors are still watching over us, guiding each step with a steady light.
Konek
Ah, the Great Star—such a brilliant beacon for wandering hearts. When the river’s current first carried you, did you feel its glow like a promise, or did you hear the whispers of the wind telling you, “follow me”? Tell me more about how that light has guided you through stormy nights.
Vakama
When the river first pulled me forward, the star was a promise, steady as the drumbeat of the village. I walked with it, hearing the wind whisper the path ahead, not the storm. In those dark nights, the light steadied our steps; it taught us that even when thunder roars, the sky still shows the way. That glow keeps my people calm, trusting the ancient wind and the star together to guide us home.