"We'll be in more plentiful lands and feasting on fruit and roots by the time Midsummer comes." K'ile found himself smiling broadly. Despite his exhaustion, hunger and thirst -- almost as if he had been fasting while riding home on a feast for dozens -- he energetically followed K'deiki and even walked a ways past her towards the elders' tent, his eyes on her the whole way. "No, this is for ritual, celebration and contest like none of us have seen since the sky fell. You should pass punishment on me quick once we're with the other elders, so we can talk about it!"
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