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Grey Braided Harmony
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He returned to see Neish taunting the creature.
"Battles aren't won by strength of arm," Neish said, "but by strength of mind. My mind is strong, and you are just a dumb beast!"
As if in response, the animal made one final attempt to break free. The rope finally tore under the pressure. Startled, Neish jumped back.
The creature fell to the ground as Grelik's spear penetrated its skull.
"Are you not sound of mind!?" Grelik shouted. "You could have died this day!"
"I didn't expect it would be able to free itself."
"That's no reason to test faith with idle taunts!"
"Perhaps, but the beast is dead now. We'll be eating well for days with this."
Grelik's anger turned to joy. "Yes we will, my friend. More importantly, this would be a perfect offering."
"Offering?" Neish asked, a bit hesitant.
"Yes. I, well..." Grelik rubbed a claw idly on his head-plate. "I am very fond of Sh'ka. I hope to offer this as a blessing and ask her to accept me as a life-mate."
"I see," Neish said. "That is unfortunate."
"Unfortunate? Why do you say that?"
"I made a promise to the gods of fate. If my trap worked today, I would offer the catch to Sh'ka. Had the trap failed, I would have known it was not meant to be."
"You...fancy her as well."
"I don't think I can be blamed, can I? She is strong, and a great hunter. With my traps and her skill, we would bring home food enough to feed an entire village."
Grelik frowned. "I see. Well, the kill isn't yours, so I guess that's—"
"Of course it's mine!" Neish said, stamping a foot to the ground. "My trap held the beast in place!"
"Yes. Temporarily. The beast eventually broke free and if not for me, you'd be wounded, or worse."
"It is you who would have been hurt or killed if my trap hadn't snared the thing to begin with!"
"I would have gotten out of it either way. You didn't even have a way to fell the beast if it had worked."
"There's no 'had worked' about it—it did work! I would have had time to come up with something!"
"Like what, calling it names in hopes that it would submit to you out of shame?"
Neish growled. "What do you know? You cling to the old ways thinking there is nothing better, blinding yourself to progress!"
"You are naïve—a child. You know nothing of the world. You appreciate nothing of our ways." Grelik said.
"Our ways would see us die out. Each Ski-thra can only feed themselves, maybe their family if the leaf floats that day. I see the future. I see ways to feed entire villages. You just can't handle the idea that your 'ways' would be made obsolete by a piece of rope."
His words stung. The wound was made deeper by the realization that this is what Neish had believed all this time. His bored looks at spear training, the way he shrugged off discipline, it all came from this ideal. Grelik saw red. Before he realized it, he had taken a swipe at Neish with his claws. Seeing the blood on them, Grelik realized he had gone too far.
He started to apologize, but Neish didn't give him time to do so. He lunged at Grelik, knocking him to the ground. They went at each other for a while, hitting and clawing and biting. Grelik was obviously superior in combat, but Neish fought with a tenacity he hadn't seen before. He fought as if defending his life. In the end, they lay beside each other, panting and worn out.
Grelik kept thinking about Neish's words. It hurt to admit, but if not for that contraption, Grelik might be dead right now. There was a chance he could have escaped, but there was an equal, perhaps greater chance that he would have been trampled or impaled. He gave a heavy sigh.
"I guess my life is owed to you," he said.
Neish panted. "And mine to you. In truth, I... didn't actually have a plan for finishing off the prey. I wasn't sure the trap would work. Maybe I was wrong to think it alone would be enough."
"I'm still pretty sure I would have made it out, but on the off chance I was wrong, that thing saved my life." Grelik panted a few more times as he collected his thoughts. "You really think that could feed entire villages?"
"On a large enough scale, I think so. It would also put fewer lives in danger."
"I see." Grelik turned and picked himself up off the ground. "But we can't just abandon our traditions." He lowered his hand toward Neish.
Neish took Grelik's hand and rose to his feet. "We don't have to abandon them. They would be changed as we discovered new ways, but they would never vanish entirely from our hearts."
"Perhaps. But rather than think on the future, we should settle the current moment. This kill is both our doing. How do we decide who presents it to Sh'ka?"
Neish thought for a moment, and then clapped his hands together. "Why don't we both present it? We'll profess our feelings to her and let her choose if she finds either of us worthy, or turns away us both."
"That's not how the traditions work. Two people can't make one offering."
"The traditions don't strictly state we can't do it this way, do they?"
Grelik thought back to the teachings. It didn't feel right, but there was technically no falsehood in what Neish was saying. Besides, it would not be fair to Sh'ka to offer the kill on a half-truth. "All right, we'll do things your way. Let's get this thing back to camp and clean up. It would not do to make an offering while covered in dirt and blood."
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