Ma'ar gets out the tent artifact and Azabel's power-reservoir artifact for it, and makes it opaque immediately so he won't have to keep dealing with the feeling that his entire once-clan is staring at him. They probably aren't even. He's just gotten used to not feeling so exposed all the time. 

Aza makes sure Skan's comfy outside and warns him that he should not eat their cows and goes to bed in the tentifact.

Skan is kind of offended that she thought he might! He is very hungry, that was not enough prairie dog and he didn't spot anything bigger all day and didn't feel like chasing down the tiny field gophers or whatever they were that he saw around. However, unlike THESE PEOPLE, he knows how to be POLITE. 

He ruffles his feathers a bit and then tucks his head under his wing and curls up and goes to sleep. 

Ma'ar sleeps uneasily, again, and this time does yelp loudly enough in the middle of the night to wake Azabel. 

"AAAH what is it! oh you're having a nightmare."

"- Hnggwha...? Oh. Sorry." Wow this is so embarrassing. "M'fine." 

"If we do this again we should bring TWO tent artifacts." She flops back down and rolls over.

Ma'ar sighs and rolls over as well and, eventually, is able to go back to sleep. 

She is not still annoyed about it in the morning. She feels weird about taking food from this hungry tribe who are trying to manage with twelve cows between them and cooks some of her rice and lentils.

Ta'ana makes no comment about this, except to shoo some of the children Azabel's way when they come bothering her for food. 

A girl of about eight asks, very politely, if Azabel has any more of those dried fruit. 

She isn't all out yet! The girl can have a handful of raisins.

Ta'ana is directing the adult women and teen girls to pack up the tents, while the men start herding the cows out in the direction of the watering-hole. (They generally try to camp at least a mile away, since it would be a very obvious target for a raid.) 

"They're moving to a different spot today," Ma'ar says. "We could go off if we wanted and then try to Gate to one of the tents later... Uh, we should probably help Skan find something to hunt, right?" 

Skan is SO HUNGRY but wasn't sure if saying something would be rude. He already had a fly around so he could drink from the gross muddy watering-hole - gryphons drink a lot of water, too, and it's especially annoying to carry the weight while flying. He didn't see anything other than a couple of the prairie dog things and it didn't feel worth chasing them. 

"I don't know if there's going to be anything. Maybe you should break into your packed food today, Skan, and if nothing turns up by bedtime we Gate you home and see if that makes it rain and if it doesn't we do it ourselves before we go to sleep."

Fine he will break into his jerky, even though it's not the same at all and he's kind of sulky about it. 

"Sorry, we knew this might happen but it's unfortunate. Nothing was drinking from the water hole?"

"No. It'ss barely a watering-hole. Mosstly a mud hole." 

"Ew. Hopefully the rain'll help. Ma'ar can you tell them we can do rain?"

"I told Ta'ana yesterday. I don't think she believed me." He rolls his eyes. "Apparently my clan doesn't believe anything unless they saw it with their own eyes. I forgot they were like this." 

"...why would you lie to them about that?"

"Don't ask me!" 

"Well, I guess we can show them. Did you find out if anybody's Gifted, yesterday, I forgot to ask."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say! I asked around, no one said they'd noticed, but I don't know how to test for Gifts properly. ...Oh, one of the girls who was herding the cattle might have Mindspeech. I'm not sure though." 

"I can tell if there are active Gifts with Mindhealing-Sight. Though you could also try Mindspeaking her and see if it's as hard as doing it with a non-Mindspeaker, probably?"