K'ailia listened to what K'ile said, along with K'deiki and even her own mother. Was she furious at K'ile? Of course, but probably to the shock of everyone there, K'ailia remained straight faced as she stood once more.
"K'ile, it is true, I am no good as a hunter. But my strengths lie elsewhere. The elders, an' even everyone here could see things have not been right in the tribe. You say there's food a' plenty in the desert? Then why do we look at our huntresses, and other youngling and see starvation? Even the very beasts we hunt have been few, an' starved themselves."
She paced around the fire, approaching K'ile, "I was sent from the tribe ta learn new skills for the tribe. Ta learn ways ta help save the tribe. What have ya done ta help find a way ta save this tribe? The answer is nothin'! Ya sit around playin' with yer lil flames an' dream o' becomin' Nuhn some day."
She then turned to the rest of the tribe, "I've learned stuff about the rest o' Eorzea. An' I've evaluated our skills an' our current levels o' survivability. None o' us are miners. It takes time an' strength ta go diggin' up the ores an' minerals. An' those that do it be exhausted afterwords, even when they be well fed. Our tribe is in a state o' starvation. Time I do not feel, is a luxury we gots."
She then turned to the elder, "Azeyma is the goddess o' inquiry. Her teachin's is about adaptin' an' learnin'. I have been dedicatin' myself ta learnin' as much as I can. I've gained skills our shaman never dreamed o'. An' I did it all fer the tribe."
She turned back to the rest of the tribe, "An usin' my learnin's, an' seein' with me own eyes the state we are in, we wont last long under these conditions. Ta survive, we must have food. If prey has dwindled ta a state that we cannot properly feed ourselves, an' the condition is the same in all our usual camp locations, then it is time ta find prey elsewhere."
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, "But our hunters and huntresses are ill fed, they can hunt yes, but their state is not what it used ta be. Outsiders have offered their aid ta us, so we might grow strong again an' live on."
She turned back to K'ile, "Ventus is not my master. He is the headmaster o' the school. It is a title, much like Nuhn is a title depictin' someone important. I have no master, an' ya would be well ta remember that. I follow only one, an' that is Azeyma."
With that she returned to her seat and sat, her tail quite fizzed out but wraps it around onto her lap.
"K'ile, it is true, I am no good as a hunter. But my strengths lie elsewhere. The elders, an' even everyone here could see things have not been right in the tribe. You say there's food a' plenty in the desert? Then why do we look at our huntresses, and other youngling and see starvation? Even the very beasts we hunt have been few, an' starved themselves."
She paced around the fire, approaching K'ile, "I was sent from the tribe ta learn new skills for the tribe. Ta learn ways ta help save the tribe. What have ya done ta help find a way ta save this tribe? The answer is nothin'! Ya sit around playin' with yer lil flames an' dream o' becomin' Nuhn some day."
She then turned to the rest of the tribe, "I've learned stuff about the rest o' Eorzea. An' I've evaluated our skills an' our current levels o' survivability. None o' us are miners. It takes time an' strength ta go diggin' up the ores an' minerals. An' those that do it be exhausted afterwords, even when they be well fed. Our tribe is in a state o' starvation. Time I do not feel, is a luxury we gots."
She then turned to the elder, "Azeyma is the goddess o' inquiry. Her teachin's is about adaptin' an' learnin'. I have been dedicatin' myself ta learnin' as much as I can. I've gained skills our shaman never dreamed o'. An' I did it all fer the tribe."
She turned back to the rest of the tribe, "An usin' my learnin's, an' seein' with me own eyes the state we are in, we wont last long under these conditions. Ta survive, we must have food. If prey has dwindled ta a state that we cannot properly feed ourselves, an' the condition is the same in all our usual camp locations, then it is time ta find prey elsewhere."
She took a deep breath and steadied herself, "But our hunters and huntresses are ill fed, they can hunt yes, but their state is not what it used ta be. Outsiders have offered their aid ta us, so we might grow strong again an' live on."
She turned back to K'ile, "Ventus is not my master. He is the headmaster o' the school. It is a title, much like Nuhn is a title depictin' someone important. I have no master, an' ya would be well ta remember that. I follow only one, an' that is Azeyma."
With that she returned to her seat and sat, her tail quite fizzed out but wraps it around onto her lap.
