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Ooc: -- The male, named Hemming, didn't take long for him to shake her hand. Catherine's smile grew wider. Very ncie to meet you, Hemming, she replied. Right after they let go of each other's hand, she looked at the worked wood and rock. Don't matter what it was really supposed to be, your promising... Your new here, aren't you? she asked, not wanting to be unpolite at all. It was just a passive, innocent question. You might do well as an Gatlvska, you know? We don't have any specialized craftsman here, she said, not sure if it was the correct way to say the word. The cherokee language used in the tribe was quite mouthful, sometimes. It was a long process of adaptating to that new and odd language. Nothing against it. If it was just a bit easier to speak, than it would be easier.
I'm a Waya Agateno. A scout, more precisely. The only one around, as well, the woman simply said. It also made her the highest ranked in the scouting rank tree. She only didn't say it to him to don't be a bit of a show-off. The tribe didn't have any fire tender, and were very short in doctors and warriors. They were very unprepared for a war, if one suddenly exploded. It would be a complete carnage, and the tribe's extinction. Maybe a crafstman could help increase their chances, making weapons, tools, etc. In evey new member, she saw a future skilled, high ranked worker, helping the pack in their own way and according to their job. In him, she could see a great craftsman. She was always so optimist... |
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