The Tribe of the Ever-Standing
The sand glimmered brightly as I formed the final brick, meaning that Takk himself was proud of our achievement. Our new home is complete! It only took the dreams of a hopeful tribe, a powerful Dunecaster and chief, and a curious fennec. I remember standing on the top of the fort, conversing with Tenna, a small, vulpine woman. “The problem with you humans is that you only try to appease your god. You do not try to provoke change, which is precisely why enjoy your tribe’s company. You want progress, but you still think like humans.”
I replied, admitting that we did not build this for reasons of scientific progression, only as a new method of protecting our people. She laughed but said no further.
I am carving this into the walls of this very fortress for when my tribe no longer walks these lands, instead lying peacefully beneath the sand.
Peace. It is in short supply for us these hours. The other tribes do not seem happy with our decision, and we would seem outnumbered had Takk not been on our side.
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