K'ailia smiled, and then looked at K'ile, "K'nahli makes a good point. We are all family. We should treat each other as such."
K'ailia stood and turned to the elders, "I jes got one question. What have outsiders done ta us in the past, that warrants such distrust? No one is sayin' we live under them. In fact, mister Ventus is merely sayin' here's some land, get back on yer feet an look for a new place ta call home."
K'ailia walked about the fire for a brief moment before pausing to smile, "Maybe if we understood the outsiders a bit more, we'd be able ta figure out a direction. We are not the only ones who have suffered. Other's have suffered worse."
She turned to the elders then, "I met another K tribe member. She is not o' our branch. Her branch was wiped out by the Amalj'aa. What's more, the Garlean Empire has begun a new invasion. So we have on our right, the Amalj'aa who would give us ta their primal god ta temper an' destroy us, an' on our left, the Garleans, who would enslave us. But right in front o' us, an outsider offerin' us succor from starvation an' a chance ta use his lands as a temporary refuge while we find a new home ta better us."
She turned to the rest of the tribe, "Everyone likes ta believe Azeyma would test us, ta see if we will stay put till the prey we hunt grows in population once again. But... the opposite could be true. Azeyma could also be sayin' it is time we followed our ancestors who left their original homeland long ago an' settled here in Sagolii. We've hunted here fer generations. We've suffered the calamity tagether, an lost many o' our family. Some ta death. Some who... disappeared"
K'ailia sighed, remembering her teacher K'piru and how sad she became when her daughters and mate said to of been killed, "Fire goes where the wind blows it. We are the children o' Azeyma, her fiery will guides us. But over time, we have trapped ourselves in a circle o' rocks, an' believed the wood within the circle will nurture us for all time."
She looked about her brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, father... mother... elders, "Now, the wood is nearly gone, our flames are dimmin'. Winds o' change blow, urgin' us ta go where more food is. I think it best ta stop resistin' the wind an see where it takes us. Jes like our ancestors once did. Change is never easy. But change be part o' the world. Everythin' must change over time, an' things that don't change, become lost ta history."
From a fold in her pocket she pulled out a shining white crystal that glowed brightly, "Ta the north, I found a temple that enshrined Azeyma. An' with Garden's help, explored it an' found this crystal. The temple was very grand, an' amazin' ta behold... but as times changed, the temple sank under the sands. For it had not changed an' the sands consumed it."
Taking her eyes from the crystal she looked back to the elders, "We are a strong people. We are a proud people. But there comes a time when we must swallow our pride fer the best interest o' our people. I've made my case I think. I now leave the decision ta the elders. The elders are wise, they know our history. I'd do anythin' fer this tribe, fer me family."
K'ailia smiled and looked back at K'ile, "Yes, even fer ones who have insulted me, fer ya are part o' me family too K'ile."
With that, K'ailia took her seat. She would say no more. To her, the decision now rests with the elders.
K'ailia stood and turned to the elders, "I jes got one question. What have outsiders done ta us in the past, that warrants such distrust? No one is sayin' we live under them. In fact, mister Ventus is merely sayin' here's some land, get back on yer feet an look for a new place ta call home."
K'ailia walked about the fire for a brief moment before pausing to smile, "Maybe if we understood the outsiders a bit more, we'd be able ta figure out a direction. We are not the only ones who have suffered. Other's have suffered worse."
She turned to the elders then, "I met another K tribe member. She is not o' our branch. Her branch was wiped out by the Amalj'aa. What's more, the Garlean Empire has begun a new invasion. So we have on our right, the Amalj'aa who would give us ta their primal god ta temper an' destroy us, an' on our left, the Garleans, who would enslave us. But right in front o' us, an outsider offerin' us succor from starvation an' a chance ta use his lands as a temporary refuge while we find a new home ta better us."
She turned to the rest of the tribe, "Everyone likes ta believe Azeyma would test us, ta see if we will stay put till the prey we hunt grows in population once again. But... the opposite could be true. Azeyma could also be sayin' it is time we followed our ancestors who left their original homeland long ago an' settled here in Sagolii. We've hunted here fer generations. We've suffered the calamity tagether, an lost many o' our family. Some ta death. Some who... disappeared"
K'ailia sighed, remembering her teacher K'piru and how sad she became when her daughters and mate said to of been killed, "Fire goes where the wind blows it. We are the children o' Azeyma, her fiery will guides us. But over time, we have trapped ourselves in a circle o' rocks, an' believed the wood within the circle will nurture us for all time."
She looked about her brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, father... mother... elders, "Now, the wood is nearly gone, our flames are dimmin'. Winds o' change blow, urgin' us ta go where more food is. I think it best ta stop resistin' the wind an see where it takes us. Jes like our ancestors once did. Change is never easy. But change be part o' the world. Everythin' must change over time, an' things that don't change, become lost ta history."
From a fold in her pocket she pulled out a shining white crystal that glowed brightly, "Ta the north, I found a temple that enshrined Azeyma. An' with Garden's help, explored it an' found this crystal. The temple was very grand, an' amazin' ta behold... but as times changed, the temple sank under the sands. For it had not changed an' the sands consumed it."
Taking her eyes from the crystal she looked back to the elders, "We are a strong people. We are a proud people. But there comes a time when we must swallow our pride fer the best interest o' our people. I've made my case I think. I now leave the decision ta the elders. The elders are wise, they know our history. I'd do anythin' fer this tribe, fer me family."
K'ailia smiled and looked back at K'ile, "Yes, even fer ones who have insulted me, fer ya are part o' me family too K'ile."
With that, K'ailia took her seat. She would say no more. To her, the decision now rests with the elders.
