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Goldmoon was the tribe's link to their gods. Her father,
Chieftain Arrowthorn, would also achieve godhood, but, as
revered as he was, the silence and awe of the crowd was
reserved for the slender woman who was his only heir.
Goldmoon's long, silken hair was brighter than the
golden grasses waving in the fields near the village. Sight of
her hair still astonished the dark-haired tribesmen. "It is a
mark of her favor with the ancestors," they said. As she
reached the platform and bowed to the crowd, the sun
glinted from those golden tresses, and no one present
witnessing her grace, her beauty, or that bright crown of
hair doubted Goldmoon's worth in being honored with this
ceremony.
Goldmoon turned from the platform edge and bowed
respectfully to her father, who had previously ascended the
platform. Though it was her mother's blood that decreed
Goldmoon's status as priestess, it was her father's greatness
as a warrior that had won him Tearsong's hand in marriage.
Only Arrowthorn's cunning and wisdom had kept the reins
of power from being torn from their family's hands after the
crushing blow of Tearsong's early death, and had held them
until she, Goldmoon, was old enough to serve as priestess to
her people
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