Sloane
"We have a couple things to do before we need to head out" I yell plaining a piece of wood. I should be done soon. Kylian takes the plane piece of wood from me carrying it to one of the villagers hammering pieces together. My right-hand rest on top of the left shoulder rubbing it.
"Thanks" and with that a smile appears. A child with dark blue hair approaches me with a wooden tiger in her hand. Her hair reaches just past her shoulders in their curly state with one big, long braid in the middle. The braid represents a connection with life spiritually and their age. The young villager tilts head not saying a word while holding the wooden figure to me.
"This is beautiful. What is your favorite kind of tiger" I ask before an elderly woman stood next to the girl with the same style of clothing and hair, but her braid stop at her feet. Their skins were a walnut brown color, and the smell of coco is very relevant.
"She doesn't speak the tongue of Landers" the elderly woman brings to my attention. Kneeling in front of the girl holding up to her view the wooden creature. "Kin enoä. Cui kin äunäie ei Tiquä?" I ask her in Nienga, a language spoke in the jungles of large riverbanks in the east.
The girl gently takes back the wooden animal smiling and replies "Sunäträn Tiguä."
I only know two languages: Lander which is basically English and Nienga: an ancient tongue. Most languages in this world stay in traditional words. The clouds were starting to invade the sky causing it to darken and the wind slowly picks up.
"Oe! Vinä liķi ä?" my question was about the craftsman, who made it. The little girl turns pointing in the direction of what I guess is someone, but the house was blocking my view. Standing up completely, the little girl takes my hand leading me into that direction. I stop close to the corner of to one of the houses.
The boy with antlers was sitting on the top stair playing with a carve out horse making sounds as there were a pair of kids chasing each other with their own set of wooden figures. On the very bottom of the steps sat a raven-haired man carving into a small block of wood. Focus on the task at hand. The little girl runs over to her friends as the woman appears next me using her cane support. "I heard he's been up since sun rise making those. The children are still finding a way to enjoy themselves even all that has happened. He's eyes speak lost yet his heart still reaches through" she states.
I knew what she meant. It's easy to hate and be angry then let go. A deep sigh escapes my lips with the words "It's not easy. He's a lot of work."
The elderly woman smiles placing a hand on my back patting it "Aren't we all? Some of the greatest stories deal with characters that don't seem prompt for the role. I wouldn't give up on him just yet if I were you."
I glance back over to Maverick. A black strain of hair covers his forehead. How his hand hugs the blade letting it shape the wood curves, diligently. The face he makes when his focus with his tongue slightly out and within every minute scratching his eyebrow.
"I will make note of that. Thank you. We should be heading out in a few" I state leaving to my room to get myself together. Get your head back on. As I made my way there, the son of the dead village tossed the wood down in front of the crow out of spite. Another village got in front of him "Cole don't" she remarks looking at me.
The crow stood up watching them. The boy looks over at me and says "He's dead because of them. I told you we should have never accepted them. Father is dead and our home is in pieces. All of this and for what? For this so-called Oasis that everyone is afraid of. This is not our fight" he states and points at me. Kylan was about to intervene, but I held out my hand.
"I had no intention for anyone here to get hurt nor killed. I am sorry that you are grieving, and I take full reasonability for that. If you think Oasis is going to stop after it destroys all the kingdoms, it will try to take over the whole world which includes you. We are heading out now, you won't have any more trouble" I reinsure going to my room.
It didn't take too long to get my stuff. The other's follow suit. I mount myself onto my horse caressing his neck admiring the braid I gave him earlier. The whole village comes together to see us off and gave us a couple gifts. I held onto the rein and brought it up telling the horse to start trotting. My crew is right behind me.
I did not kill him...
Oh, but you did.
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