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Nauta Lyehga · **11-04-2013, 09:02 PM**

K'luha had gone six days before to Ul'dah. She was unsure if what she was doing was forbidden, but if it could feed her family she did it anyway. She had always gone to Ul'dah to trade for supplies they couldn't make on their own and sell her excess wares. The trip was long and exhausting, but K'luha had made it so frequently that it did not tire her as much as it used to.

As the sun rose into the burning sky, K'luha squinted and glanced up to brilliant sky. She placed a hand on her faithful chocobo's saddle bag. K'yori, as he was called, looked to K'luha, his head turning at a tilt to express his question.Â They were very close to home now after the long trip.

Today was a very important day, and K'luha hadn't planned on being late. Although she was returning with some much needed medicine, some for herself, and a day or two's worth of water on her own and K'yori's back, she needed to move quickly. With a quick motion she vaulted herself up and onto her Chocobo's back. She patted his neck and squeezed his sides with her legs. K'yori cried out before dashing forward, as fast as he could with the heavy load.Â

By the time the two had returned to camp, K'yori was exhausted and the meeting was about to begin. K'luha spied K'ile with the ceremonial fire, and the Elders already in place. Swiftly, she unloaded her supplies to her tent and found a seat as near to K'ailia as she could. This was partially of her daughter's doing after all, she wanted to be there to support K'ailia.

As the meeting began, K'luha kept herself silent. She listened intently to the elders, her grandmother in particular. K'deiki had always been wise, and when she was growing up, K'luha had really idolized her wisdom. Now, K'luha could only hope that Azyema would guide the elders into the proper decision for the tribe.Â

Just as K'luha's nervousness began to subside with a short silent prayer to Azyema, her daughter stood. The mother could feel her heart beat fast, wondering what it was that K'ailia had in mind to propose, and yet somehow already knowing the answer. Ventus... this man was molding her daughter in someone K'luha no longer knew... She was going to have to had words with this man. Serious words. And perhaps a fist or two. K'ailia obviously had a great deal of trust and faith in that man. K'luha wasn't fond out dealing with outsiders, especially city dwellers and especially especially men who earned K'ailia's fondness, she would much rather punch them out and put an arrow through their skull but... if K'ailia really thought so highly of him to propose this idea, then it was worth consideration. This Ventus man, could be worth consideration. Perhaps a tour of said facilities was in order, if they were really to go down that path.Â

K'luha thought deeply about K'ailia's suggestion. There was a lot to think about with such a proposal... but there wasn't much time to think on it as another sister stood. K'haali stood up and spoke what she had been thinking indeed. The desert was very plentiful, if only they knew where to look. As for abandoning hunting to becoming miners...? She was... hesitant. She wasn't really one for mining, although she had by this point, picked up a little of everything. Mining was very hard work, and surely she knew enough about economics that if they flooded the market with those minerals, they would loose value very very quickly and they would all be at yet another meeting here.Â

K'rei... after all these years K'luha was still watchful of her. Not in a malicious way, but part of K'luha disliked her for 'leading K'mana astray', although it had not been K'rei's fault at all. Still, she had to admire K'rei and like her just a bit more for supporting K'ailia. Out of sheer motherly instinct of course.Â

The next brother's words made K'luha's tail bristle with anger. K'ile that little stupid ignoramus opened his big fat mouth and it was all K'luha could do not to get up and punch him out. She may have shared his fear of entertaining with outsiders and the end of the Tribe, but such harshness and severity was uncalled for. It was lucky K'deiki spoke up when she did, as it snapped K'luha out of her unbridled shaking rage. A few more seconds, and K'ile would have never had the ability to become a Nunh. Still, she couldn't sit silently after that display.Â

"K'ile..." she called lightly. her fiercely burning eyes turning to look at the Tia. "The only coward I see here is you. Afraid of the outsiders are we little boy? You should remember your place as a Tia. When you are an elder, you can make those decisions that your sister's suggestions are without merit. You may also stop accusing my daughter of having such vile relationships with an outside man. He is not her master but a teacher. If you met him, perhaps your words on the matter would mean something. Furthermore," K'luha stood for this one and shot looks at K'ile that could have killed. The sheer intensity burning in her eyes made the air around her tense and thicken. "If you insult my daughter, or dare to say she has done things for her own self-comfort and not the betterment of the tribe... I will cut you down to your proper size boy. She may be young, but so are you. I have yet to see you go to the lengths that K'ailia has to better her people. Watch your mouth, or I will watch it for you." K'luha hissed, baring her fangs at K'ile. She sat herself down before someone could stop her and instead crossed her arms under her chest and said nothing further. Unless K'ile was as stupid to provoke her again.

Twinflame · **11-04-2013, 10:12 PM**

Still stubbornly spinning his flame with at the same clockwork pace, K'ile averted his eyes in annoyance, first at K'deiki and then at K'luha. He held his tongue, though, until the latter woman had said her piece and sat down. The man turned his eyes on her. He did not glare. The expression he wore was a deliberate mask of calm as he said, "Check your threats. Violence between tribe members is forbidden."

He breathed deeply, exhaled smoothly. After a few turns of the fire, he continued, "Your daughter is an adult, but provides no children and brings us no meat. Instead she comes with a letter from some outsider, whom she herself called her master. Does it anger you that I judge your daughter by choices?"

His path around the outside of the group brought him near the woman he spoke to, and as he walked behind K'ailia and K'luha, he said, "K'ailia is an adult now. If you want to convince her to return to the cradle so you can protect her, you can try. But I doubt she'll consent. Do not humiliate her further by defending her when she should be defending herself."

Kailia · **11-04-2013, 10:36 PM**

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'nahli · **11-04-2013, 10:53 PM**

K'nahli let out an exasperated sigh as she freed a hand from its folded position across her chest and instead placed it over her face as if to silently denunciate K'luha's outburst. While K'nahli was under the impression that K'ile was needlessly harsh with his words towards K'ailia, the woman was far too emotional and had more than overstepped her boundaries.

After K'luha was finished speaking, K'nahli rose her glare towards her, a clear hint of irritation present in her, squinted, gem-like eyes. She felt tempted to speak out again, only this time with the intent of more hostility but instead she managed to restrain herself. K'ile didn't need her defence after all and as it would turn out, he handled the situation well enough to leave the matter where it was rather than cause extra tension.

Sitting more upright now, K'nahli returned her arms back to their folded position, paying more direct attention to the meeting now as ideals began to collide and spark. She looked towards K'ailia as she took to her feet once more to rise in defence of herself against K'ile. Though it was, in an odd fashion, admirable that the girl did not submit to the older man's scoldings, K'nahli again found herself a little irritated with the words that were being exchanged.

"This is ridiculous..." she chorted quietly to herself as her head turned to face away from the fire and off into nowhere in particular. She blinked slowly as she sifted through her thoughts for a moment before returning her glance towards the would-be-arena. K'luha, it appeared, would be taking the stand once again.

Nauta Lyehga · **11-04-2013, 11:08 PM**

Perhaps the most infuriating thing about K'ile was that he was indeed, correct. K'ailia was her own person now. She had to defend herself as an adult. And indeed, violence against a tribe member was... forbidden. That didn't mean she didn't want to rip his smug head off. She was better off letting K'deiki do it for her though.Â

K'luha clenched her fists and held her tongue as much as was possible. She had never wanted to punch someone in the face so badly.Â

Even K'ailia standing up for herself did not ease her anger. At least... at least K'ailia had a good point. Azyema was indeed the goddess of inquiry. Although... for all her words, K'ailia had hardly been present in the tribe ever since she became an adult. And K'luha... she quietly berated herself. She had to stop trying to protect K'ailia. How would her daughter ever learn if K'luha did not stop protecting her? One thing was very clear to her though.Â

K'luha clenched her fists so tightly her sharp nails made her palms lightly bleed.Â

"I..." K'luha stood sharply and looked to K'ile. "I am angered by your attitude K'ile. But I am also angered by your narrow-mindedness. And... also that I agree with you. I do no want to accept the help of this Ventus man. And K'ailia..." K'luha turned and looked to her daughter sadly. "I dislike how much time you spend with him and how little you spend with your family. Regardless of our decision, it hardly affects you as you are almost constantly at that school." K'luha closed her eyes and looked to the ground again. "You are adult, he is right. I cannot fight for you anymore in good faith but..." K'luha looked sharply to K'ile again. "If you think I wouldn't kill you for humiliating my daughter, even if it meant death and shame, you are wrong. Have some respect, as you are equally useless as K'ailia. You have given us no children and little meat."

K'luha stepped back and looked harshly to the rest of the tribe. "I will leave the decision to K'deiki and the elders, and I will respect whatever way they think is best. I will not be a part of this discussion any further." She gave K'ile another glare before turning on her heel and storming back over to her tent to unload her goods from Ul'dah.

Twinflame · **11-05-2013, 03:37 PM**

Like a wave against a rocky shore, the anger and heckling of his tribe-mates shattered against K'ile Tia and slid away, leaving him unmoved. Even as the sun continues despite all, so the twin flames continued to turn beside him, and his steps carried him about the meeting. He did not look at K'ailia as she spoke, nor did he watch K'luha leave. His eyes were on the sojourning shadows thrown by the camp structures, the way the shook under and fled from the fire he turned.

Still, he felt suddenly old. K'luha was one of K'yohko Nunh's women, and the Nunh himself sat silent and useless to one side. K'ile Tia was surrounded by K'yohko's children: K'ailia, K'nahli. Even humble K'mih, child of K'ile's niece, grandaughter of K'thalen Nunh who had been his brother. K'ile set his gaze on K'mih, the last person in the tribe he felt any true relation to.

What had become of K'thalen's women and children? Where had his family and blood gone? The shadows shook around him as he walked on and just kept turning his fire.

By now his silence had spoken for him. K'ile Tia had nothing more to say.

Clover · **11-05-2013, 04:43 PM**

After K'mih's initial deception to find out that her sister's mother had come alone, she tried to pay attention to the meeting. It was important, and little did she know at that moment that this task would drive her to the edge of a headache.

Wise were the words she heard, and confusing the points made. The opposite stances from several members translated into pure chaos in the young Miqo'te's mind, unable to decide which of those opinions felt more right. Every time she heard a new point, she'd question the previous one.

Contrary to what she'd expected, the atmosphere grew hostile as minutes passed by. Watching her brothers and sisters argue with such aggressiveness made an impressionable Miqo'te like her really uncomfortable, even scared to open her mouth to say a word. She couldn't help but shrink on her sitting position, worry and sadness crossing her features.

What's more, K'ile's concern about the questionable intentions behind K'aila's offering also made her uneasy. In a mind like hers, the possibility of helping anyone just to obtain something not as good in return was unthinkable. When had the outside world become such a rotten place?

Perhaps it was the need to seek comfort what moved her eyes to the figure of her stoic father, and something even better was found by them. The effect was immediate-- K'mih's eyes brightened and opened wide at the sight of her missing sister K'nahli, unexpectedly sitting next to her father K'yohko. The young Miqo'te even tried to wave at her, the gesture timid in order not to get too much attention.

What would K'nahli be thinking about everything that was being said? She wondered. Perhaps her sister would shed some light into that confusing pool of undone thoughts that had become her mind.

The colour of the world chanced once more when K'mih's attention returned to the meeting. She was startled to find a pair of familiar eyes looking at her, as if they were expecting something, anything she didn't even know. Unconsciously, she shrunk again in something akin fear, head slightly down and eyes forced to look back at the Tia in submission.

She didn't want to speak, she didn't want to agree or disagree. She didn't want to be there.

("I'm so small...")

She thought again.

K'nahli · **11-05-2013, 05:23 PM**

K'luha storming out of the meeting resulted in a momentarily silence amongst the tribe members that had congregated around the fire. What may have been going through the minds of each individual member at that moment was anyone's guess. Likely, however, they varied from opinions of both sympathy and condemnation against both sides. Regardless, the silence had only added to the tension of the scene.

A loud sigh finally escaped past K'nahli's lips as she took the initiative to put an end to unnerving reticence. Her gaze had followed K'luha up until the moment she had slipped out of view though in truth, she felt almost entirely indifferent to the woman's feelings. In spite of that, she didn't find solace in leaving the matter unresolved if she could help it. Her glance shifted sideways to meet with those of the elder K'deiki.

"Would you like me to speak with her, Elder?" she asked firmly. Her voice faintly hinting towards concern.

She retained her focus on the frail stature of the old miqo'te as she awaited an answer. Her vibrant, fiery eyes that, even in the most placid of settings, could burn right the target of her gaze, as always, suggested that she felt resentful towards the proceedings. K'nahli was not one whose thoughts were easily perceived but her stern appearance would often enough convey the wrong impression and only further mislead people from understanding her true feelings and intentions.

Whether or not her considerations were acknowledged mattered rather little to her. An additional hidden detail that only further clouded the mystery that was the young miqo'tes mind.

Kailia · **11-05-2013, 08:58 PM**

K'ailia shook her head and rose to her feet, "No need sister. I will to talk ta her. I've said my peace. I am gonna trust in the elders now ta come ta the right conclusion."

With that she worked her way around the fire and squeezed passed everyone following the trail of her mother. Her part of this meeting was done. She knew this. There was nothing more for her to say.

She followed K'luha's footprints, though her expression was blank, she felt hurt by K'ile's words. She had devoted everything since her failure at the hunt, to learning skills and other things on behalf of the tribe. She was heartbroken at the suffering her tribemates have been enduring while she was learning conjury.

Yes she hadn't been spending much time in the tribe camp, but she wasn't sitting on her rear either. She had saw an ad for Ul'dah garden, that promised to help teach her new skills, and refine old ones. She had even found a temple of Azeyma that had sank beneath the sands of Southern Thanalan that she believed held the teachings of Azeyma.

At last she found her mother, just outside their tent unloading the large sacks of water and crates of food, "Hey ma. Can I talk ta ya fer a bit?"

Torvhan · **11-05-2013, 11:00 PM**

K'rei looked around and listened, surprised and bemused at the scene which unfolded before her. The very same people who were berating the young were the ones acting immature themselves. She watched K'luha and K'ailia walk away and sighed inwardly. The day had hardly begun and the important part was about to begin. Opening statements made; it was now time for the discussion to actually begin. She stood up once more and stepped into the circle.

"Well, thats a thing" She chirped quickly in attempt to lighten darkening moods. "Before I begin I'd like to remind us why we are here. To offer ideas and our experiences up together as whole to the elders and to gauge the general inclination of our tribe toward those ideas. So that we can decide on the best course to take, I expect the discussion to become heated but we are all family and should stay on topic of the merits of these ideas. From what I have seen is that the ideas of the "young" are being looked down upon. But both K'haali and K'ailia are worthy of our highest praises. While young these two girls have not only sought out ways out of our situation, but also did the legwork behind them in an effort to bring them forth. If you seek to support one of their ideas or wish to offer up your own; support it with logic and your own experiences, not with anger and name calling."

"To start off on the subject of the bounty of the desert, it is true that there may still be prey to seek, but we are not the only tribe in the Sagolii, the Tribe of the Drake holds one to some of the best hunting grounds here. The desert is one of the harshest environments in Eorzea, and we have done well to adapt to it. However to say that we are not trying hard enough would be folly. Our hunting parties are out for longer and longer, and return with less each time, that is why we are here. But think not only on us, but on our environment as well. As we seek to hunt more and more to survive ourselves we are slowly depleting the bounty of our fair home, and it is slow to recover. If we are not careful we could not only put ourselves in danger but also the creatures we hunt. Our ancestors did adapt and stayed strong, but remember when the Ice made the land barren and prey became sparse they left their home and sought out new prey in new places. We settled here, but the tribes settled all over Eorzea, my own tribe lived upon the lands of La Noscea, our sisters of the moon, largely settled the Black Shroud. There would be danger in moving, Yes, but there is also danger here. It is a part of our lives. I think we should find a new place to call our own; maybe one day when the desert has recovered from the calamity and from our presence maybe we can return."

"What this Ventus offers us is a temporary solution; a place to lay our heads while we seek a new place and new prey. But I see a distrust of 'outsiders,' not a mistrust borne of experience, but a fear based in lack of understanding. Not everyone is out to get us, there are evil men that is true, but even a member of the tribe can become twisted and cruel. As there is evil there is also good, but those are extremes. Most of the outside world are people just trying to make their own way to survive much like we do. Farmers, hunters, merchants; their are many ways they work together to survive.

K'rei looks at K'ile, "you say you don't wish to accept help from outsiders. But while it is true we have traded small amounts for things we do not have or could not make, we have not entered into the market as K'haali's idea would bring us. I spoke earlier of merchants; In Ul'dah good and evil are shallow points, they exist for profit. To attempt to trade for our food for the right to survive would put us fully at their mercy. I spent a good deal of time there after I lost my tribe. Before the Amalj'aa found caught me outside the city. The distribution of wealth there is staggering and I had never seen the likes of such before. Elsewhere such an idea might be more promising, but Ul'dah is a city which grew rich on the trade of such minerals that they harvested from the desert and Thanalan, and they have been miners and traders of these goods for many generations. We would enter such a market at a great disadvantage."

"What Ventus's offer has in advantage to this is he is offering us a place to stay, I doubt he plans to feed us all, as such would have new land to hunt in a more bountiful area of Thanalan without worrying about such things as being stepping on people's toes about where we have settled our new camp. Also remember that this is an academy, I'm sure they have guards but I doubt they have to manpower to stop a tribe of warriors from leaving when we choose to leave, as I said earlier I do not know why he made us this offer and I expect several of us would like to speak with him and see what he has to offer should we choose to look into this path. But I mentioned two possibilities earlier."

"One he seeks to expand his school, it is possible some of our younglings might like to enroll if we stay there for an extended period of time. But I don't see how this could be an entirely bad thing, this school has taught K'ailia many things we could not, and these skill will most likely benefit the tribe. Are we worried that we will lose our younglings to this man and they won't return? I don't see that happening with K'ailia I see a young woman who burns with desire to save the tribe she loves, and is using the skills and resources she has to make it happen. "

"Two he seeks to use us as a safety measure to guard his school from external threats. Unless he's at war with a specific group, or he's managed to incite the Amallj'aa I can hardly see this being a large issue. All of Eorzea is at war, and the Amalj'aa are an issue even here. What harm would their being in defending his school? If we were to live there it would be our home as well, and we would only be bolstered and a harder target to strike with his forces added to ours. I doubt we would have another attack there such as the one we had four years ago."

"I'm sure others of you have opinions and experiences with the outside world to offer the elders. Do not be shy, now is the time to speak and make your voice heard."

K'rei walks calmly back to her seat to watch the next speaker.

Nauta Lyehga · **11-06-2013, 02:39 AM**

K'luha scowled sourly as she proceeded to unload the thick waterproof sacks that contained precious, lifegiving water. Had she not sacraficed everything for the tribe? Hadn't everyone here sacraficed everything for the tribe? For K'ile to have that kind of attitude infuriated her. What was worse, was that she barely even saw K'ailia anymore. K'ailia was becoming someone she didn't know anymore. Her own daughter, she felt as if she was loosing her.Â

With a heavy thud, K'luha placed the crate of medicine in front of her tent and knelt down to inspect the contents. She could hear steps approaching her and frowning down at the crate. She had expected someone to come and reprimand her at her immature explosion. K'luha looked up to K'ailia and blinked, she didn't expect K'ailia to come after her. Not when K'ailia had something to fight for with the rest of the tribe.Â

The mother stood and dusted herself off as K'ailia asked her for a moment to speak. Part of her didn't want to talk to her daughter, but she couldn't find it in her to ever deny K'ailia anything if she could help it.Â

"What is it?" K'luha questioned running a hand through her hair, exasperated.

Kailia · **11-06-2013, 11:19 AM**

K'ailia stepped closer, "I know I've spent a lot o' time at the university, and not as much back home at camp. For that I am sorry..."

She signed walking to help unload the supplies, "I must seem almost alien ta ya' now. A lot has changed. But that be the funny thing about fire too." She hefted a crate and sat it down and started inspecting the supplies it contain, "Fire burns brightest when it has somethin' ta feed it. Contained, it burn so long as it is fed by the ones containin' it."

She turned to the wagon and began unloading another crate, "But when ya' take away the constraints, fire will travel the direction the wind blows it, an' consume all in its path." Setting the crate down she sate on top.

"I am inquisitive by nature. Yeah it's true I stink at usin' spears an' bows. An' when K'piru left us, I also lost a teacher. When the elders sent me ta' Gridania ta learn Conjury, they removed the constraints an' this flame has now experienced stuff outside the tribe." she said almost matter of factly.

She stood once more, "I dunno what ya' think be goin' on. But there be nothin' goin' on between me an' Ventus. He jes runs the Garden an his teachers teach students like me, skills that I hope ta pass on ta our tribe."

Turning back to the crate she opened it and smiled at the supplies, "Despite what K'ile said, he's no' my master, no more than the Conjurer's Guildmaster was. E-Sumi-Yan was my teacher o' conjury. When I learned all I could from him, I was sent on me way."

She turned then to her mother, "This flame has known freedom. It has gone where the winds had taken it. But this flame still loves where it was born. I dun wanna see this tribes fire get extinguished. But I feel it is containin' itself in a circle o' rocks that has very little wood ta eat."

She took a step to her mother, "So far we've heard three suggestions. Rely on a market that dun care about us, an' that would take advantage o' us. Do nothin', or my suggestion, move out o' the circle that binds us an' find a new place with lots o' food fer us ta eat an' grow our flames big." She smiled as she gauged her mother's response.

K'haali · **11-06-2013, 02:27 PM**

Following the argument, K'haali had allowed herself to flopÂ from her position sat at the edge of the circle, onto her back in the sand, staring up at the increasingly blue sky while the others continued to bicker and debate. She of course knew that trading with Ul'dar would require careful negotiation (and a little strong-arming for a good deal), and was a long shot; but the tribe had already lost almost everything in the last 5 years, and losing their home too felt like ultimately dissolving all that remained of K'thalen's tribe.

Still lying on the floor, she seemed to address the sky, without changing her gaze:

"Tell me Ailia; what do you suppose will happen when that flame blows uncontrolled upon these otherrr lands, that are not our own? - When our keeper kin sought to spread in the twelveswood, were they not summarily extinguished in return by the native Gridanians?"

"I don't pretend to know what the state of Eorzea was when our ancestors moved here, nor disagree that the sagolii might be desolate, but it is our land. This university can offer us shelter, but can it offerr us all the bounty of Thanalan, or will that too bring those that would stop the spread of the flames upon what they consider their stores"

"We might be welcome in the university, with a roof over our heads and maybe even food on the table but we'll only be welcome in Ul'dar as long as we have something to offerrr them; and if that is not resources, then it will be services. And we've all heard tales of proud warrior tribes reduced to mere dancing girls, domesticated, as pet mercenaries, servants and amusement for the 'nobility'"

"Perhaps then, a hybrid strategy is required"

Nauta Lyehga · **11-06-2013, 03:53 PM**

K'luha listened quietly to her daughter. She sounded for foreign. Had she always had such an accent? Had she always used metaphors when she spoke? No... most certainly not. This was probably the greatest time of change in all of Eorzea. K'luha could handle the world around her changing. She could handle her daughter becoming an adult, but becoming someone she no longer knew? The Miqo'te subtly put a hand to her aching chest.Â

Somewhere in her heart, she knew that nothing of a romantic sort was going on with Ventus... but there was something happening because of Ventus. Because of that man, K'luha no longer knew her own daughter. She rarely even saw her daughter because of that man. No, that wasn't quite right. It was because K'ailia was growing up to be an adventurous woman. Like she had said, K'ailia had always been the curious sort. And even K'luha had noticed a particularly profound sadness when K'piru left the tribe. It was just as she said, K'ailia had lost more than an aunt, she lost her teacher.Â

Yet still, for all of K'ailia's growth, she was still but a child. The fact that she could only see three of those suggestions proved it to K'luha. She still had a lot of growing up to do.Â

"We've more than three options K'ailia. We have as many options as the desert has sands. Those are only the three that you've heard or thought of." K'luha shook her head wearily. "While it's true, I've no love of outsiders nor the Ul'dahn merchants, we have always traded for things we need. Since I am able to use the Aetherways fairly frequently, I usually take on the job of running the trade we need far from the tribe." K'luha paused and pulled out a small container of medicine, checking to make sure the glass wasn't broken. "I know how to haggle with the Ul'dahn merchants. We would not be so terribly at a disadvantage, but hauling even more food and water and supplies across the desert would require another two or three of us that can use the aetherways very frequently. It is also expensive with their currency to use the aetherways." K'luha pursed her lips for a moment before setting down the container and looking to K'ailia. "I would like to see this Garden and meet this Ventus man. I cannot say whether he would truly be bad or good for us without meeting him at the very least... " K'luha quieted down for a few moments, as if she was done speaking before suddenly piping up again. "And, K'ailia... do you really value your freedom over your family?"

Kailia · **11-06-2013, 04:28 PM**

K'ailia smiled at her mother, listening to her words. After hearing the request and question she rubbed her chin thinking on them a moment, "Well... I can easily introduce ya' ta Ventus. I have a linkpearl an' can call him ta the U Tribe village."

She motioned to the new necklace about her neck that looked to of been hand made. On the end... a glowing pearl with... teeth marks? "As for your second question, it's not that I value my freedom over my family. Yeah it's a nice sensation. But I still love my family more. That's why I've spent so much time away. I want ta learn as much as I can ta teach the tribe. But most importantly, I'd love for the tribe to see more o' Eorzea besides jes sand. I want us, as a family ta survive with plenty o' food and not wastin' away into nothingness."

She smiled, "If ya got ideas Ma, why not share em? Ya' been workin' super hard, an' I had ta tend ta ya' when ya collapsed. I dun want that ta happen ever again. I want ya' ta be comfortable an' happy. I want ta keep ya' in me life as long as I can."

With that she started proceeding back towards the meeting, "But if ya' want ta meet Ventus, I can ask the elder if it be alright ta call him ta this meetin'." and continued on back to the meeting.

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