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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 12, 2015 23:12:54 GMT -8
A small smile curved Eska's lips. "Well, I'll still worry about you. I have to call off the search party." A sigh left Eska. "Sakari, I'll try to visit you more." If Dina would like, they probably reached the entrance of the tribe. There a familiar guard came rushing towards them. "Chief, the elders called for an immediate session after the shaman returned..." Her voice died when she realized it was only two people. "Would you like me to notify the other guards to call off the search party?"
"If you will," Eska said quietly.
"Of course, sir," the half-blind guard dipped her head in respect and scurried off to tell another guard.
"Here we go," Eska murmured.
Dusty shook his head. "No more going off alone. It's too dangerous. We still have a little left from the last hunt." Perhaps they reached the hut. If they did, Dusty sat Pana off in the furthest part of the hut. There Pana laid on the ground and turned away from the both of them. Quietly, Dusty brought over his sleeping mat, pulling the blankets aside. "Get in."
Slowly, Pana moved to the mat. "I'm... I'm going to get sick. Very sick." He murmured, and then pulled the blanket over his head, wishing that he was in Sakari's hut.
Sighing, Dusty looked up at Kiya. "We can either hunt in the last bit of light or build a wall."
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 13, 2015 5:53:49 GMT -8
"You should go in first and announce that I'm back." With a dim smile, Sakari went on. "I don't think I have as much courage as I did before to charge right in. Best try to show them I'm still pretty civil. And remember, we just have to keep our chins up. They can't send me into exile." There was a pause as the shaman swallowed the urge to whimper as pain flashed through him. Sakari needed to lay down. "Go on, when you're ready."
The huntress was disappointed that she couldn't go out to escape Pana for a little while. Kiya let out a breath through her nose and set her belongings down. "Fine, we can build a wall. We we have to go out tomorrow. Did you hear him mutter something about getting sick? We'll probably have to start collecting herbs for him."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 13, 2015 12:19:05 GMT -8
Eska raised a brow at Sakari. "Are you hoping the limping is going to help?" He let out a sigh, giving up. "Your pain, Sakari..." When they were at the elder's hut, he nodded to the guards and quietly stepped into the hut. He opened his mouth, but Kiviuq grumbled and interrupted him.
"Dear Cadoc, we know he's hear. Can we just get this thing over with? I have a warm fire to return to." Kiviuq crossed his arms.
"Stop being so childish," the cackling old woman reprimanded. "We would like to speak to the shaman, Eska."
Eska nodded and motioned to the guard to signal for Sakari to come in. He went over to sit down at his place, crossing his arms.
Every word that came from Kiya's mouth put Pana one step closer to suicide. Did they even know what herbs looked like? Why should they go through all that trouble? They shouldn't. Not for a monster like him. He shivered under the blankets, and the wound on his side cried lightly in pain. Dusty let out a sigh. "We should focus our efforts tomorrow on hunting and finding herbs. Mostly hunting." Dusty walked around the old hut. "Alright, we just need two long sticks, or boards, and...."
(To be continued)
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 13, 2015 19:48:36 GMT -8
Sakari took in a deep breath when he was summoned. This was it. Not that he was afraid, but who liked being scolded? Not that he was very fond of the elders. On shaky feet, the shaman limped into the hut, stopping in the center of the room where the accused usually stood. "You called?" He growled quietly.
Despite the glares from the other elders, Sakari stood tall. Despite his bout of confidence, the head elder wasn't really sure how to progress. He sighed, deflating almost, at the shaman's comment. No one had ever told him how to scold the healer for attacking someone, probably because that had never occurred before. Sakari's father was probably the only one who could have known what to say to his son. But alas, that great man had passed years ago. Defeated by the situation, the head elder could oonly lay back in his chair, silent.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 13, 2015 20:30:53 GMT -8
Since no one else was saying anything, Apanu decided it was up to him. He let out a long, irritated sigh, and looked up at Sakari with eyes that could cut through glass. "What were you thinking?" He couldn't yell at Sakari sitting down. He stood and walked over to Sakari, shaking his head. "You went against everything that a shaman is supposed to stand for! You try to claim that you support everyone! To not pick sides!" He snarled at Sakari, shaking his head.
"I do not care how much you think Keelut deserved what you gave him. He's an unstable man who doesn't understand what he did wasn't wrong. I know right know you're thinking there's nothing we can do to you, and you're right. The tribe needs you. But are you happy, now, Sakari?" He shook his head. "You disobeyed the law. Your father is probably rolling around in his grave right now! There are different ways to settle things than what you did, and you know it!"
He shook his head at Sakari. "Do you think you're better than the tribe, Sakari? I know this isn't your thoughts, but the tribe is supposed to feel safe around you. How can someone go to you with something if they don't feel safe around you? This tribe has rules, Sakari. I don't care if you don't agree with them. These rules keep our tribe safe and stops us from turning on one another."
Apanu stepped back and waved a hand at Sakari. "Go on. Tell me--us. Tell us what happened. Try to justify yourself beating a poor old man who didn't know any better."
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 13, 2015 21:02:22 GMT -8
"Safe, Apanu?" Sakari hissed. "Rules to prevent people from turning on one another? Yet you let Pana continue to live with his deranged father that beat him? How do you justify that?" The shaman shook his head, glancing away for a moment. Sure, He was certainly digging himself a deeper grave, but with all his pent up anger, it was difficult to keep his mouth shut. His eyes narrowed as he turned his attention back to Apanu. "Don't you bring my father into this," he snapped. "He was a better man than you, Apanu. If He had found out what Keelut had done, he wouldn't have sat idly by. He wouldn't have sent a family to their death for the act of one man! He wouldn't have tried sending out an injured innocent woman and her infant back out there, and he sure as hell wouldn't have disowned his own son for loving someone else! So before you even speak about my father, I suggest you acknowledge who the real brute is!" A bright angry fire lit up Sakari's eyes. He dared to press on.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 13, 2015 21:26:49 GMT -8
Eska stood, waiting for Apanu to explode.
And explode he did. Apanu really wanted to back hand this insolent child, but instead he stepped forward and grabbed Sakari's collar and hissed, "I knew that man better than you ever have!" He shouted. "I'll bring anyone who I damn as well please, Sakari. That man followed the rules, no matter what! Your father may have not sat idly by, but what did you do when you knew Pana was getting beat by his father! What did you do, other than beat the man when he went over the edge? When it was too late?"
Apanu shook his head, anger filling his eyes. "How were we supposed to know, Sakari. We make rules and make sure that other people follow them. I try to keep the rules, as our forefathers have done so before us. You never deserved to be a shaman, Sakari. This whole tribe knows that if you hadn't messed up that leg of yours, you would be a warrior right now. But you're all this tribe has now. Cadoc knows I would take your father over you any day. You're no where near the man that your father was."
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 13, 2015 21:50:08 GMT -8
The fire extinguished immediately as shock widened Sakari's eyes. Apanu was right in every sense and he knew it. "Rules, maybe," he said in a deflated voice. "But change happens whether you like it or not... Maybe you'll finally see that, even if half the tribe has been exiled by then for you to see that." He took in a rather uneven breath. "Just tell me what my punishment is, Apanu. You're right. I'm all this tribe has so I need to get going to, you know, actually helping people." Gods, how fun it would have been to punch out Apanu, but the sting was too mighty to not even find the thought a little humorous. Apanu was right. But he didn't know Sakari was always meant to be shaman. And he had had his dreams and his leg crushed to see that.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 13, 2015 22:02:44 GMT -8
Apanu stepped away from Sakari, shaking his head. "We help people, Sakari. Just not in the way you seem to think you're helping them." He leaned back and crossed his arms. "I think the rest of the elders would agree, and speak out if you don't, that you will be confined to your shaman duties. You won't visit friends, if you still have any of those, and you may only leave the village to collect herbs. At all hours, you will by guarded. The elders will randomly assign the guard. If you find yourself having free times, then you're confined to your hut. Are there any objections?"
Kiviuq grunted angrily. He looked over at Sakari, beginning to feel an immense need to stick up for him. He knew Sakari could handle himself, but Apanu... He had gone too far. Kiviuq didn't agree with the punishment, and he didn't agree with the yelling. But he also didn't agree with a lot of what the elders had been doing.
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Post by Dina Doo on Jan 14, 2015 10:33:52 GMT -8
Upon hearing his punishment, Sakari's anger rebounded. "You can't do that!" He snapped. "Maybe you are senile, so let me remind you of the chain of command, Apanu. Even if the elders and chief make a decision, I, as the shaman, have the right to revoke the decision if I find it in the best interest of the tribe. And I decide against this. I have duties to perform. Unlike you, I have to actually help people!" Being confined to the village and constantly being guarded sounded more like torture than a punishment. If there was any way he could fight this, he would certainly try.
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