Chieftain
08.06.10
It was a while before dawn would break; they stood by the small fire, talking quietly so as not to wake those in the neighbouring huts.
“Are you feeling strong?”
“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. “My strength is not in question here – I would not be eligible to put myself forward to be the next chieftain, otherwise.”
“I know, but…”
“Do not fear, Laurian.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “My determination will see me through, if nothing else. I cannot allow Telsia to win – her views on the future of our people are worrying, to say the least. Her views on you Enslaved Ones even more so.”
“How did it go with your mother last night?” He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes again.
“As well as can be expected, I suppose.”
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