K'deiki lifted her head, milky eyes roaming the shadowed roof of the tent as though she could seek out Azeyma's wisdom there, find some glimmer of light.
"You care for your children deeply, as do we," she sighed. "We care also for the tribe  - the soul of it, our history and our future. The young, with their eyes set on the horizon, might think us closed. Shuttered to the world. But we are protecting them, with as much of Azeyma's wisdom as we can gather."
Her head dropped and her eyes, set deep in the wrinkles that marked her features in cliffs and valleys, drifted towards K'yohko, focusing on him as much as they could manage. "How can one be part of the tribe and yet live apart? She might bring us goods to trade, but that would make her a merchant just like any other. She might practice our traditions on her own, but that would make her no different than one of those merchants returning to the city with stories of far people and strange lands." Her thin chest ached down to her very bones as she spoke, but there was nothing else she could say. They had tried.
"If K'ailia leaves, she leaves the tribe. She cannot return to the tribe. She may trade with us. She may maintain her own worship. But she will no longer be a part of our body."
"You care for your children deeply, as do we," she sighed. "We care also for the tribe  - the soul of it, our history and our future. The young, with their eyes set on the horizon, might think us closed. Shuttered to the world. But we are protecting them, with as much of Azeyma's wisdom as we can gather."
Her head dropped and her eyes, set deep in the wrinkles that marked her features in cliffs and valleys, drifted towards K'yohko, focusing on him as much as they could manage. "How can one be part of the tribe and yet live apart? She might bring us goods to trade, but that would make her a merchant just like any other. She might practice our traditions on her own, but that would make her no different than one of those merchants returning to the city with stories of far people and strange lands." Her thin chest ached down to her very bones as she spoke, but there was nothing else she could say. They had tried.
"If K'ailia leaves, she leaves the tribe. She cannot return to the tribe. She may trade with us. She may maintain her own worship. But she will no longer be a part of our body."
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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