Greentear was not a spectacular place. It was a tree-filled part of the Black Shroud. Not many settlements or points of interest existed there. However, it was a place where one particular group of Moon-keepers set up camp often. They were known as the Shriekshroom Moon-keepers. They often preferred to call themselves a clan as to not be confused with Seeker tribes. They were a nomadic, two-family group of traditional Keepers of the Moon. They were the group that Kiht Jakkya belonged to.
That day, she would do something that no one expected. That day, she would introduce the group to a person she deeply cared about. She fully expected them to be shocked. She fully expected them to act stern. She was not looking forward to this.
The group was in bad condition; there was no denying that fact. The Ixal had done the most damage after the calamity. The group suffered many losses before they realized that they couldn't fight the Ixal alone.
Kiht Jakkya was supposed to search Eorzea to find the group new resources; perhaps even new land. Instead, she would bring to them a lone male Moon-keeper with a seemingly strange name. She didn't expect them to be happy about that...
However, the meeting was meant to simply introduce the man to the group. Kiht did not expect them to accept him into their ranks, yet. He would need to be tested, he would need to demonstrate his willingness to commit, and he needed to impress a tired, old Matriarch.
Kiht stood with him right outside the region of Greentear. She could see the camp ground of her group in the distance. There were figures running about, and doing daily chores. It was business as usual for the Shriekshroom Moon-keepers; until she showed up with a Miqo'te they had never seen before.
Kiht looked to him. He looked ready, and he seemed prepared. Certainly he was an impressive sight. Adorned in scale-mail armor made from bone, leather and metals. His armor and face-paint colors being the bright red and white that was a signature of the Shriekshroom Moon-keepers. It just so happened to be the colors he chose to represent himself with. The bright paint contrasted with his dark skin, and his white hair and fur seemed to glow in the Moon-light. Everything was perfect; until they would have questions about his features, and his name. Kiht expected everything to explode after that.
He deserved this. He earned this. But Kiht was not looking forward to this.
“Are you ready?†Kiht asked him with a tone of voice that betrayed her nervousness.
As long as he said that he was ready, and had no last-minute questions, Kiht would lead him into the camp. She would head straight to the Matriarch while making sure that he stayed close to her.