The Azar'raan

Under the blazing sun, amidst the ever-shifting dunes of the Ansii Desert, a sacred event unfolds. It is the great religious ceremony of the cat-like Khajiit, a mysterious people who have long dwelled in the arid lands of the Ansii Desert. The occasion, as rare as the desert blooms, carries the weight of tradition, reverence, and awe.

Every three years, through the windswept dunes, pilgrims emerges from the sandy haze, their feline eyes glistening with determination, a small group of families following each of them. They tread the ancient path towards a magnificent, ancient tree that looms like a mountain in this ocean of sand. The massive desert tree, is a known reverantly as "Akatosh", its majestic branches stretched tall towards the heavens, here it stands sentinel over the arid landscape. Its hollow core, a sacred womb of whispered prayers and offerings to their Patron God and Owl Loa Azerothius the Coinwhisperer.

Cloaked in vibrant traditional robes of intricate voven fabrick, men wearing golden-yellow with blue and the women wearing blue with golden-yellow with tiny gold threads woven throughout, the Khajiit move with lithe grace, their tails swaying rhythmically with each step. Intricate patterns and symbols of Azerothius are painted onto their feline faces. As the sun dips toward the horizon, the air becomes heavy with incense and the low murmuring chants, The high Priest Gemora starts to sing the ancient song "Riddari Dro-m'Akatosh" in response the song can be heard sung by both young and old in a massive choir of devout voices.

  The Khajiit encircle the hollow tree, the heart of the ceremony, and begin to sway in a synchronized dance known as "The Daro". Their voices rise and fall, weaving together in a tapestry of sound an movement that reverberates across the desert. Shadows dance around them, as though mirroring their every move, while the first stars of the night sky begin to pierce the veil of twilight.   In this sacred dance, the Khajiit display their reverence and devotion to the Owl God, their hearts swelling with gratitude and awe. As the ceremony reaches its crescendo, the Khajiit approach the tree one by one in a line that spirals tightly around the base of the massive tree, tossing gold coins into the hollow core with gentle, loving care. Whispering into them their dreams, The shimmering coins rain down, a symphony of metallic chimes echoing the whispered prayers of the Khajiit.   As the sun finally sets and the moons rises, the two celestial body casts a silver glow over the desert, reflecting off the golden offerings. In this hallowed moment, a stillness blankets the dunes, and one could almost hear the distant whispers of Azerothius the coinwhisperer, offering blessings and wisdom to the Khajiit who have come to pay homage.   The ceremony concludes, and the Khajiit will spend the night in reveling and relaxing with rarely seen distant family in the moon-shade of the resplendent tree standing tall amidst the desert dunes. The Westfall Desert, now bathed in the warm golden rays of morning, envelops the sacred place in an embrace of stilness, concluding this timeless tradition and as the sun touches the gold left by the participants, it vanishes in short burst of golden light.