Dawnlark Plains η

more speaking, more rolling tongue almost musical in its cadence. then the pretty snowstorm stood forward, and of course his eye was drawn to her. peripherals surveyed to the other men to assure he was not alone, and he listened.

the two males who spoke the same seemed to have reached a peak then smoothed by mate to stinking-man. sun eater was intrigued by his interplay, then moreover by his mate, who began to whisper in translation.

war is easy. peace is power.

sun eater thought of the slicings he had suffered, the girl he had lost. comforting then, to picture the dark amulet he made in hopes of trapping her spirit.

there was an agreement from the darukaal man. 

lanzadoii hunter looked thoughtfully toward his wife. if he allowed her to speak on his behalf, he must trust that she said only his words. if he spoke for himself, he would stumble and be ragged, yet it was his voice which would land upon their ears.

he thought.

peace is power.

"tell them i will agree for free passing across their land. i will not camp on the mountain. i will not settle in the glacier. but saatsine must be free to hunt and to roam. we have many fine pelts which can be traded to those who do not walk so far. is it agreed?"

he looked upon her face, eye flickering to star eater's belly, then back to the assemblage, where slowly he caught the eye of faust with a darker look of approval. saatsine did not only have hides.

they had captives.