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EquinoxSol
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Linnor had seen Aurea in the back, near the guards, and he had mixed feelings about going to see her, but the decision was made for him when she turned, her brothers in tow. As he walked towards the other tribeleaders, the elves he would pass would touch his hands or give him words of thanks, as if praying that he would be their savior now that he had become the tribeleader. The burn was red and angry on his flesh, and it hurt almost as bad as his leg, but he was proud of it. I feel like my father, he thought to himself, the idea sending pride rushing through him. Nodding his head towards the Tralk woman and the Ya'jahj man, he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I just wanted to see the young new tribeleader," said the Tralk woman, bowing her head. "Congratulations, Nightvine. I am sure that you have sent the Lord Regent reeling. He must want to kill you so much by now..." She chuckled softly to herself, while the Ya'jahj tribeleader said nothing, only nodding his agreement.
"Have you come to a decision?" the Tralk woman asked, tilting her head to the side and distorting the tattoos on her neck and shoulder. "You know that we need you to make a decision before the full moon. We attack either way, but we will lose the fight without your tribe's backing us. And the Lord Regent will kill all three of us, even if you had nothing to do with it. Understand?"
Linnor nodded, sighing softly. "I suppose I have no choice then...Just...don't let any innocents die in the fight. There are some city elves here who genuinely mean well. I don't want to see them hurt because of us, okay?"
The Tralk woman laughed shortly. "Oh, Nightvine. All city elves are going to do everything in their power to keep us here, don't you understand. Anyone who stands in our way will be killed..." She gave him a prim little smile before leaving, the Ya'jahj trailing after her like a lost puppy. Frowning at the scene, Linnor turned before announcing to the Hin'tio, "The Hin'tio have agreed to the alliance proposed by the Tralk and Ya'jahj. All former wars and disagreements with them are abolished, and once we are free from the city elves we are forever the Hin'tio once more." At this, the tribe let out a cheer, and he smiled for them, before his uncle pulled him aside to begin telling him what being the tribeleader entailed. This lasted long into the late afternoon, and the sun was going down by the time Linnor emerged from his uncle's tent.
"I just wanted to see the young new tribeleader," said the Tralk woman, bowing her head. "Congratulations, Nightvine. I am sure that you have sent the Lord Regent reeling. He must want to kill you so much by now..." She chuckled softly to herself, while the Ya'jahj tribeleader said nothing, only nodding his agreement.
"Have you come to a decision?" the Tralk woman asked, tilting her head to the side and distorting the tattoos on her neck and shoulder. "You know that we need you to make a decision before the full moon. We attack either way, but we will lose the fight without your tribe's backing us. And the Lord Regent will kill all three of us, even if you had nothing to do with it. Understand?"
Linnor nodded, sighing softly. "I suppose I have no choice then...Just...don't let any innocents die in the fight. There are some city elves here who genuinely mean well. I don't want to see them hurt because of us, okay?"
The Tralk woman laughed shortly. "Oh, Nightvine. All city elves are going to do everything in their power to keep us here, don't you understand. Anyone who stands in our way will be killed..." She gave him a prim little smile before leaving, the Ya'jahj trailing after her like a lost puppy. Frowning at the scene, Linnor turned before announcing to the Hin'tio, "The Hin'tio have agreed to the alliance proposed by the Tralk and Ya'jahj. All former wars and disagreements with them are abolished, and once we are free from the city elves we are forever the Hin'tio once more." At this, the tribe let out a cheer, and he smiled for them, before his uncle pulled him aside to begin telling him what being the tribeleader entailed. This lasted long into the late afternoon, and the sun was going down by the time Linnor emerged from his uncle's tent.