K'manas story caused a storm of opinions and discussion amongst the gathered. The elders had gotten up to bother gather thoughts and restore a sense of order. They passed looks, signals and expressions hidden in the subtlest of motions. Except for K'jhanhi who was in a heated argument with a nunh.
It took quite a while for things to quiet down. As the elders finaly sat back down there was a tense smell in the warm evening wind. they knew that it was their guidance that decides the clans direction. But they where to old to carry the burden of their decision. Their experience gave trust to their children. Yet a mistake would be costly for their families.
K'takka spoke first into the expecting eyes:
"There have ever been two reasons for the Hipperion Tribe to fight: for food and to protect those of us who are to old or young."
K'jhanhi continued:
"We are the most dangerous predator in this desert. Because of our cunning, our planning and the pack-work to bring down the bigger, the sharper teethed and the thicker scaled."
K'deiki picked up:
"Azeyma watch over us all and as she travels across the sky so do we travel to avoid catastrophe. The only value we can not replace is the Miqo'te next to you."
She looked to K'atem next to her, who noded and then put her hand on the ground taking a fist full of sand. She raises the open hand to eyehight and spoke:
"The Sagolii is vast." She tossed the sand upward where the breeze spread it: "No one will ever find these grains again, yet they will allways be part of the desert, wherever they go. But even the desert ends where the deep ocean fights the land. If the grains fall into the waters they will not make a difference in the fight."
Each elder had given a diffrent wisdom on the problem they faced: Survival, their thoughts on fight or flight.
The campfire was started as it would surely become a long evening, perhaps even night of preparation and deliberation.
It took quite a while for things to quiet down. As the elders finaly sat back down there was a tense smell in the warm evening wind. they knew that it was their guidance that decides the clans direction. But they where to old to carry the burden of their decision. Their experience gave trust to their children. Yet a mistake would be costly for their families.
K'takka spoke first into the expecting eyes:
"There have ever been two reasons for the Hipperion Tribe to fight: for food and to protect those of us who are to old or young."
K'jhanhi continued:
"We are the most dangerous predator in this desert. Because of our cunning, our planning and the pack-work to bring down the bigger, the sharper teethed and the thicker scaled."
K'deiki picked up:
"Azeyma watch over us all and as she travels across the sky so do we travel to avoid catastrophe. The only value we can not replace is the Miqo'te next to you."
She looked to K'atem next to her, who noded and then put her hand on the ground taking a fist full of sand. She raises the open hand to eyehight and spoke:
"The Sagolii is vast." She tossed the sand upward where the breeze spread it: "No one will ever find these grains again, yet they will allways be part of the desert, wherever they go. But even the desert ends where the deep ocean fights the land. If the grains fall into the waters they will not make a difference in the fight."
Each elder had given a diffrent wisdom on the problem they faced: Survival, their thoughts on fight or flight.
The campfire was started as it would surely become a long evening, perhaps even night of preparation and deliberation.
