54th of Winter 518AV
The loud voices interrupted most of the morning diners. Lani was on her way to the enclave as per usual and had not get gotten herself out a sleepy stupor that overcame her ability to think straight in Nari, and so she let their voices carry over the usual sounds of the morning dining hall, paying no mind to whatever argument was capturing the attention of these Inarta. But it wasn’t until a ceramic something came flying over her head and slammed into the wall that she turned to pay attention. Anger spiked in her chest as she turned to yell at whomever through the thing that narrowly missed her when she realized what she was looking at.
In the early mornings Lani liked to grab the nearest seat she could find after grabbing her food, which placed her rather close to the entrance of the kitchens and the food. It was close enough that the things getting thrown with anger were reaching even her. Her own anger dissipated in her throat as she recognized the superior quality Vinati of two Endal. Even with her practice in the language, she could not understand a lick of their sharp and angered Nari as the trilled insults at one another, or tried to make a point for their side, it was hard to tell. She was sure everyone else that was watching the scene could tell what the fight was about but the Chiet began looking for clues. She could see a Dek in the center, an older man with white streaks coming through his balding reddish blonde hair. He was missing his left arm, and with his right arm and the left stump he cradled a very small, very thin looking buck. There were puncture wounds of where it had been shot, once in the front of the chest, twice in the rear. The three shots looks to be coming from two different angles, although their arrows had been removed so she couldn’t tell for sure. The deer had also been bled out for it was stiff with death in the Dek’s arm.
One Endal, the woman, reached for the deer, tugging at its torso pointing at the puncture wound in its chest and shouting at the other Endal, the man, who grabbed at the deer’s legs, countering her with sharp Nari while prodding the two wounds in the deer’s hind leg. The one armed man would have had trouble holding the thing as was, without the two Endal pulling at it, and it threw him off his balance, which only seemed to anger them more. It was then that Lani realized they were likely arguing over who could take credit for the death of the thing. Regardless, it was a pitiful kill,that surely even the expert hunters would be ashamed of. Why not just let the other take credit?
Honor. Lani reminded herself, forgetting how much it mattered to these strange red-haired humans. They wanted to provide for their people, and in times like these, it would be a great insult to try and take responsibility for something that wasn’t yours. And each thought it was theirs. As Lani was finally digesting what the argument was about, the woman reached forward and backhanded the man across the face. The foreigner couldn’t help a gasp at the insulting strike, and the Inarta surrounding her did so as well. Immediately the man was in action, reaching for the woman with both hands to strangle her.
But she was far too quick for him, and jabbed him in the ribs with a single quick punch, letting go of her end of the deer as well. The Dek that was struggling with the weight of the pitiful kill took a step back, his back falling against a wall, and no one seemed to want to interrupt the fight that was ensuing. Lani was still in shock enough that she did not look around to see why no one approached.
In the early mornings Lani liked to grab the nearest seat she could find after grabbing her food, which placed her rather close to the entrance of the kitchens and the food. It was close enough that the things getting thrown with anger were reaching even her. Her own anger dissipated in her throat as she recognized the superior quality Vinati of two Endal. Even with her practice in the language, she could not understand a lick of their sharp and angered Nari as the trilled insults at one another, or tried to make a point for their side, it was hard to tell. She was sure everyone else that was watching the scene could tell what the fight was about but the Chiet began looking for clues. She could see a Dek in the center, an older man with white streaks coming through his balding reddish blonde hair. He was missing his left arm, and with his right arm and the left stump he cradled a very small, very thin looking buck. There were puncture wounds of where it had been shot, once in the front of the chest, twice in the rear. The three shots looks to be coming from two different angles, although their arrows had been removed so she couldn’t tell for sure. The deer had also been bled out for it was stiff with death in the Dek’s arm.
One Endal, the woman, reached for the deer, tugging at its torso pointing at the puncture wound in its chest and shouting at the other Endal, the man, who grabbed at the deer’s legs, countering her with sharp Nari while prodding the two wounds in the deer’s hind leg. The one armed man would have had trouble holding the thing as was, without the two Endal pulling at it, and it threw him off his balance, which only seemed to anger them more. It was then that Lani realized they were likely arguing over who could take credit for the death of the thing. Regardless, it was a pitiful kill,that surely even the expert hunters would be ashamed of. Why not just let the other take credit?
Honor. Lani reminded herself, forgetting how much it mattered to these strange red-haired humans. They wanted to provide for their people, and in times like these, it would be a great insult to try and take responsibility for something that wasn’t yours. And each thought it was theirs. As Lani was finally digesting what the argument was about, the woman reached forward and backhanded the man across the face. The foreigner couldn’t help a gasp at the insulting strike, and the Inarta surrounding her did so as well. Immediately the man was in action, reaching for the woman with both hands to strangle her.
But she was far too quick for him, and jabbed him in the ribs with a single quick punch, letting go of her end of the deer as well. The Dek that was struggling with the weight of the pitiful kill took a step back, his back falling against a wall, and no one seemed to want to interrupt the fight that was ensuing. Lani was still in shock enough that she did not look around to see why no one approached.