"No, Father, I will not do it!" the young elf shouted, his angry voice traveling outside the tent that his father and mother shared. "I will not be wed to someone to keep peaceful relations. I don't even know this girl. It's not fair!" His mother tried to pull him into a warm embrace. "No!" Shadowsigh shouted as he pushed his mother away. "I don't want your condolences." He frowned deeply as his father spoke: "Think of the tribe, Shadowsigh. We need you to do this so our people can survive. You remember how the Shi'ahs tribe ended up when they were taken over. They are all but destroyed now. Do you want that to happen to us?" "Father, please. I don't want to marry yet. I was going to marry Woodstar when I became tribeleader. Not some...not someone I don't know!" He ranted on like this for a few minutes, before finally, "...fine. I can't fight it anymore, can I?" His shoulders sagged in defeat. "Good, son," his father said. "Your future wife will be arriving soon with her family to pick you up. You will be living with them. It appears that your brother will be tribeleader in your place, Shadowsigh." The young wild elf's father gently patted him on his shoulder, trying to be comforting. "Why don't you go put on your best clothes?" his mother asked, her soft voice helping to comfort him. "You should wear your best jade." "Fine," Shadowsigh muttered, before leaving. Entering his tent that was right next to his parents', he changed, pulling on a soft black leather vest that showed the lithe muscles of his arms. His loose cotton pants were of the same color, save for a belt made of strong leather and decorated with pieces of jade. Around his neck, he placed his favored pendant carved in the shape of a mockingbird. Hearing a long blow from a horn, probably from one of the scouts, he muttered, "Guess she's here..." Leaving his tent, he sighed heavily, not looking in the mood to be talking to anyone.