The power of the broom

[Dawali Amara]

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Uh, rambling.. :/ Word Count: 579 Any other female uttering those words and Dawali would have been ashamed. She did not feel that the bags were heavy, yet he had just said he did. In fact, they weren't heavy just hard to handle due to their size and shape. When it was Ember who spoke these words, however, he did not mind. It was strange, but the usual man-pride didn't roar and thrash as it would have under different circumstances. He actually didn't mind, and while that did cause some confusion in his mind for a split second, he threw it away and wouldn't let himself linger on it. The conversation the femme put forward didn't allow him to linger on it anyway. Nodding as he listened, Dawali was reminded of his intellectual inferiority - he could not read. He'd never read a book, but he'd always assumed it was similar to listening to a story. Still, he shook that feeling off, too, and smiled at her, genuinely interested. I was just heading to dump them at some random unclaimed place, really. So.. the city, huh? Where's that, then? Truth be told, he hadn't explored at all since the tribe had been founded - he'd had too much work on his hands! Building the town house, paving the ceremonial square - it took time and energy. Also, he worried for his daughters, a mandatory part of the day. And then there were his rituals.. oh, but he'd found such good excuses not to stray from the comfortable life in the village. He'd have to get better, probably. At least meet up with other pack representatives around this place. She quickly explained where she'd been, but of course he hadn't meant that she needed to make excuses. She took it with good spirits though, as it had been intended, and he was glad. Often he feared the rage of the offended woman, but Ember did not seem to be one easily offended. Not so moody as those Dawali had experienced many of in his past. The red wolf smiled as she mentioned that her brother had a litter recently - they were fortunate children. It is birthing season now, they will be strong, born in such a fortunate moon. His spiritual side never rested - he was a spiritual man, and really, could anyone not be, looking around them at the world? It existed in such perfect harmony, in fact the only thing that disrupted the balance was the strangeness of the canis mind - as the humans had done before them, apparently. Rarely did his spiritual side see the light in normal conversation, however, mostly because no opportunities showed themselves in one. As a result, many had no idea this other side of him existed. One eyebrow arched as she spoke of a sword, and as the male bent down to pick up the second bag, he had to show his surprise. A sword, huh? I've never seen a properly made one, to be frank. Our tribe had no impressive metalworker. How does fighting with a sword vary from fighting with the spear? Naniko was mentioned, but he didn't comment it - right now he was mostly interested in the sword. He wasn't a violent man, but it was always good to learn new techniques - knowledge was power. Also, if it was a good way of fighting, they should perhaps teach it to those that protected them, their warriors. It could be very useful.

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