Blacktail Deer Plateau history is filled with liars

The grown man and the boy found common ground. Granite regarded Rusalka with an inspired look. Fight. Defend. Protect. Yes… Granite wanted to know these things.

A small, nearly forgotten memory was like a candleflame in his mind: his birth-siblings taking his possessions and fighting him over them.

I want to learn to fight to make others suffer and bleed when they take my things.

I want to learn to defend my things from others who try to take them.

I want to protect my things, so nobody will dare to take them from me.

“Yes, I do Rusalka,” he said tenuously. Granite stood up and brushed some soil off. “You can… teach me?”