His ears twitching, K'ile Tia bit down on the words he was about to say. Empty of knowledge, empty of wisdom: he needed to remember those things. The elders were seeing this in a way that he would not, and he resisted the urge to object, to accuse them of not understanding. They understood how he thought already, and had either taken it into account or disregarded it. Still, "I had believed that they had belonged with me. With the firedancers. Forgive me, but no single person in this tribe carries the memories and skills of the firedancers like I do."
"Pompous," a hiss snapped out of the shadows. The silver of elder K'takka's eyes widened even more, and then narrowed. "You believe only yourself worthy of them? You believe you have right to them."
Did he? He certainly didn't think anyone else in the tribe would see any benefit from wearing them. They would have no luck with them if they were not taught, and without the ritual, the dance was pointless. "I took them from the wrists of my friends. I wouldn't part with them if given the choice, no matter where I go."
"Pompous," a hiss snapped out of the shadows. The silver of elder K'takka's eyes widened even more, and then narrowed. "You believe only yourself worthy of them? You believe you have right to them."
Did he? He certainly didn't think anyone else in the tribe would see any benefit from wearing them. They would have no luck with them if they were not taught, and without the ritual, the dance was pointless. "I took them from the wrists of my friends. I wouldn't part with them if given the choice, no matter where I go."
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