"Pardon me?" Retorted Kaiju in thickly accented western, black brows creased inwardly at the comment. Hair down the middle of her back, black as the night sky. She would be standing with a proud posture, one hand wrapped tightly around the wooden haft of a spear with it's tail end jammed tightly into the the earth below. As her usual, she wore a common war paint, down and across her face in three stripes.
"Like.. This" spoke the Bree man, gesturing for a moment at the land around them, before quickly crossing his arms again, trying to fight off the bitter cold. "The bones.. The paint.. You know, if you just did a little bit more trading with other colonies, you'd be able to catch up with the rest of the world."
"We, do not think we are behind?" uttered the tribe's Chieftess, a look of confusion slowly molding the features of her face.
"Writing? Reading? Commerce? Law? I've seen little of that here.. I came here to learn, as well as to teach.." he replied slowly, almost as if talking to a small child.
"Allow me to tech first?" She said simply.
"Very well?" the Bree man replied, shakily preparing a charcoal pencil to a ledger he had prepared for such research. After patiently awaiting the man to finish his preparations, the Chieftess continued...
"My ancestors lived here, as did theirs, and theirs as well. Never have we needed be involved with others, and yet we do survive. Our quarrels are between us, and each other, and this should be the way. Always be the way. We hunt. We scavenge. We fish. We rely only on ourselves. Perhaps you should lay down your writing, and take up a bow? A small man such as yourself shouldn't try and hunt with a spear, such a man would.. Fall prey."
"I, didnt come here to hunt.." slowly replied the Bree man.
"This is what we teach children.. How should we be taught, by a man who cannot hunt? It seems like you need more teaching.."
The Bree man stared at Kaiju with almost an irritated confusion..
Kaiju snickered, and called across to a local fisherman, uttering a few words in the native tongue, and nodded her head to the Bree man. they both picked up with laughter, but Kaiju quickly returned her attention to the visitor, "Thank you, but I must decline your ideas of trade and such queer notions of.. What was it, 'Catching up'?.. We have everything we need here."
With a small groan and a roll of his shoulders, the man wrote down what he could. He narrowed his gaze and looked upon the Chieftess sincerely, "What, would make you move to another way of life.. Miss, Kaiju?"
She pondered a half a moment and withdrew the spear from the earth below, turning her gaze to the south, towards the deep woodland areas that act as the divider between the tundras of Forochel, and the rest of the world below them. She turned slowly and locked eyes with the southerner, "When the way we live now, becomes impossible.." she quickly turned on her heel and retreated into a large tent, pausing at it's opening to glance back at the man. With a smile on her face, "But that would take an invasion of men like you, to even alter.."
Kaiju retreated to the tent's interior, the flap of the tent sliding into place to keep her hidden from the elements, and the sight of the traveller. The Bree man shifted his eyes and scooted a little closer to the fire, and let loose a huff of a sigh. How unlikely, that such would come to occur, he thought..
