“Maybe he will come by again for me to look at his wounds,” Kaori said to herself.
Yousho had come by the day before and she had removed the bandages. He had healed sufficiently such that he no longer needed the bandages.
Kaori had come to recognize that she had developed feelings for this young warrior. She somehow knew that he would play an important part of her life someday. “Maybe he would become my husband somehow,” she thought.
The tribe maintained a hut as a place for prayer and one day Yousho came in while Kaori was there. Kaori was there alone chanting with her eyes closed when Yousho arrived. Since Kaori was in prayer she was unaware of the arrival of Yousho. She had placed some plants on a small fire in the hut and the scent created by this burning was a particularly noticeable one.
When Yousho arrived he looked at Kaori. Instead of beginning his prayers he just stood and watched Kaori as she chanted and sang her prayers. Kaori had created a song that morning that she was singing to the Gods. Yousho just stood there and enjoyed her words and voice and the scent she had created from the burning plants.
Kaori sang and strutted around a small altar. Some roots were burning on the altar providing a nice scent to the room. She majestically moved from one position to another. She seemed to be in a trance as she sang and moved around the hut. She didn’t see Yousho and continued to operate as if she was alone with her God deeply in love and experiencing something the tribe knew as rapture. This is a feeling of total commitment and love of the Gods. At this time the devotee just experiences a feeling of total love and devotion. One cannot communicate this feeling to another. It is very personal and completely envelopes the person experiencing it.