"I'll tell you now, and hope you don't test what I say," the voice of K'ile Tia circled the group as he continued to walk, moving the fire in his hand, "That if you entertain that outsider's so-called offer, you're entertaining the end of the tribe." His eyes seemed to become more blue as dawn progressed, trading out red firelight for the white, true light of Azeyma. These eyes cut sideways at K'alia, "It's a cowards proposal! Eorzea was burned. Did we expect they wouldn't be a drought? Did we think the umbral age would not bring hard times? Of course it does! As the elders say, Azeyma will not coddle us like children. We were given the desert, and there's enough food and water here to carry us through bad times. We have to work harder for it. I'm sorry, K'ailia, if this life seems difficult to you because your time at your school has left you weak, but you're young! Not all times are times of plenty! If we trust Azeyma, we can't just flee from what she has given us. Certainly not into the hands of this master you've given yourself to outside the tribe. That such a thing was even permitted in the first place surprises me."
For a moment, the fire that K'ile was spinning flicked in the direction K'haali. "Trade is better. I don't know much about rocks and metal, but adaptation is all about learning. Our tribe has always traded with outsiders, exchanging what we have excess of for what we have shortage of. If we have excess of rocks, let us trade it for food!"
He paused his speech, very briefly, and looked over the woman K'rei. She had been adopted as a member of the tribe, but that was still a very recent thing. But, the elders did say everyone should be here, outsiders included.
K'ile added a flick to one of the rotations of his staff as he walked, and the fire on either end responded by spitting hot plumes to either side of him. "Elders. You should let me burn that gardener's scroll. It's an insult."
For a moment, the fire that K'ile was spinning flicked in the direction K'haali. "Trade is better. I don't know much about rocks and metal, but adaptation is all about learning. Our tribe has always traded with outsiders, exchanging what we have excess of for what we have shortage of. If we have excess of rocks, let us trade it for food!"
He paused his speech, very briefly, and looked over the woman K'rei. She had been adopted as a member of the tribe, but that was still a very recent thing. But, the elders did say everyone should be here, outsiders included.
K'ile added a flick to one of the rotations of his staff as he walked, and the fire on either end responded by spitting hot plumes to either side of him. "Elders. You should let me burn that gardener's scroll. It's an insult."
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