K'ailia frowned. Even her father did not believe he could teach her. But she followed silently behind her father. But still on her mind, was Garden. She was the headmaster of it. If she failed to report back, there was none left to replace her. Garden would be ended before it could have a chance to revive.
But she quickly put the thoughts from her mind, looking upon the elders, she realized. They aren't as scary as she always believed. They were simply old. But then she began to think of the journey the tribe would take. Could they possibly survive such a trip? Especially through Amalj'aa territory?
She suspected the reasoning her father wants her to remain in the camp is because he'd like her to use her magic to keep the tribe safe on the trip. It made sense. But her father's proposal depends upon the elders agreeing. If they decline, she would make a proposal of her own.
But she quickly put the thoughts from her mind, looking upon the elders, she realized. They aren't as scary as she always believed. They were simply old. But then she began to think of the journey the tribe would take. Could they possibly survive such a trip? Especially through Amalj'aa territory?
She suspected the reasoning her father wants her to remain in the camp is because he'd like her to use her magic to keep the tribe safe on the trip. It made sense. But her father's proposal depends upon the elders agreeing. If they decline, she would make a proposal of her own.
