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schokokokatze · 1 year

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Tribe of Nêsos 3: Eleía

While Éar takes her time training Heleía up, Húdros skipped the camp to go and find Ainolúkos, one of the chief’s sons.

Ainolúkos: “I am telling you! My dad is really bad with his new woman, too! They keep staring at each other and smiling, it’s so weeeird.”

Húdros: “That is a relief, maybe it’s just a thing parents do?”

Ainolúkos: “In that case I’m never getting a woman. Or becoming a father.”

Húdros: “Not even the gods fight what’s necessary.”

Kéras, joining them: “If you want to preach, you should become a priest. Didn’t your mum use to be a priestess? Maybe you can look at the stars and tell our future, or what the gods are up to, or something?”

Húdros: “I’m not sure that’s something you can learn from the stars ...”

The three boys spent the majority of the day together, playfighting, making up games, and trying to come up with new and interesting ways of divining what, exactly, the gods had planned for their small tribe, all of which were equally ridiculous. Eventually, Húdros was driven back to his parents by the familiar pangs of hunger.

Húdros’ life was remarkably easy, compared to some of his peers. Since he had only one younger sibling - one that was too young to be looked after by his older brother - and his parents had to care for only a small family, he had a lot of time to go and play with the neighbors, and the dogs.

Now things only had to stay this way.

- End of Round 3: Eleía

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schokokokatze · 1 year

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Tribe of Nêsos 3: Eleía

With Khión, contrary to her wishes, having another boy, there starts to be a definite lack of little girls in the young tribe. At least little girls that survive. With Pállas, Éar hopes to finally have another surviving child.

However, not even her injury can stop her from continuing to lay with her husband. They are entirely devoted to one another, and both of them long for more children. (As in, they keep rolling wishes for it and are completely obsessed with their kids and dogs)

Húdros isn’t sure he wants another tiny screaming human in the camp.

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schokokokatze · 1 year

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Tribe of Nêsos 3: Eleía

Their faithful companion had died defending her masters. Not wanting to replace her, but thankful for her protection, Éar and Orthós took in Hedeía and her little sister Hélia.

Not that a dog could have helped her. Éar remembered barely how it had happened. A feeling of weightlessness as she fell from the tree, an outstretched hand, and then ... a bone. She remembered the bone, every time she looked at her arm now. It had been for the best, she was told. Remembering her bone, she couldn’t disagree. Not really.

Still, the dogs were a comfort, if nothing else. She might no longer be able to hunt, sowing, weaving and cooking seemed to take twice or thrice as long as it had, but it could have been worse. As if through a miracle, she was on the mend.

Little Pállas was looked after mostly by her husband Orthós, who was thankful in no small degree for his wife’s survival - however hard it had been won. She thought he probably still thought about her bone, too. Or her screams.

It was good, given the circumstances, that their oldest son Húdros grew quite self-sufficient enough to become an invaluable help to his parents. He was too young to hunt still, but helped his mother forage.

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