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[Vega]

9th Saun, Arc 718
The day after: this

"I'm never gettin' this muck out of my hair," Vega grumbled as they made their way towards the middle of the island. She was in, it was fair to say, something of a grouchy mood this morning, although not with him specifically and she was quite happy to hold his hand as they walked. "I mean, every one 'them was grubby." Vega shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm glad to get out of somewhere where the width of my hips an' your shoulders are open topics for debate. Unusual lookin' an' wide are not good words to describe a woman, you know." At least, not her. Vega didn't understand their obsession with children, she said. There were places nearby where slavery was legal, she didn't see why they didn't just go and buy a dozen slave children, bring them back and free them. "Doin' a good deed an' avoidin' all that messy muckin' about." Birth, it seemed, was not something she yearned for.

She was quiet for a few moments, but he knew her better than that; she was building up a head of steam and then some. "I mean, why would anyone wanna voluntarily grow a parasite what makes them so vulnerable an' weak before it bursts out with wide shoulders an' then leeches on to you like a needy limpet and is jus' incontinent an' hungry?" She didn't understand it, she said and her frown was deep. She was just about to launch into another rant when she glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "What? Don't you be laughin' at me, I'll thump you into... that there building full of squeakin' termites otherwise known as children." The last was said with a wide grin and a companionable shoulder-bump. She knew she was being unreasonable, knew that she was taking it personally, but Vega didn't like the idea that she was found lacking as Arlo's .... "An' that's another thing. Bondmate. Stupid bloody name if ever I 'eard one. Makes it sound like we're both sticky." No, a good mood and any willingness to listen to reason were equally far away.

Still, she stomped it out and as the morning turned into the noon of the trial, Vega at least stopped complaining about her wide hips and his wide shoulders in an attempt not to die from the heat. Talking about it was too much bother and, when they stopped and rested under the shade of a tree, Vega glanced at him and leaned against him contentedly. "I know you, Arlo Creede. Inside out an' upside down. Thanks for stoppin' to rest cos of me." He would charge ahead like a mad man, she knew, but he was aware that they were not both blessed by Cassion. Between the heat and the calm contentment she only ever really felt when the two of them were alone, Vega would snooze against him given the chance. Whilst she never complained, a chance to nap was no bad thing for her - he just never slept as far as she could tell and that, inevitably, impacted on how much she slept. Smiling as she felt her eyelids closing in the Saun suns heat, Vega was quite content and any complaint was far from her mind.

It took the best part of the trial, they had a few breaks of light left by the time they got to the central hill on which was the entrance to this underground shrine. It was marked on the map which Vega had grumbled about as not being good enough. Still, as the trial had worn on and after just a brief power nap, she felt less grumpy. It was because they had put distance between them and all those little people, she maintained. "So, this other bunch, they're over the other side? I mean, fair enough but this bunch take not too bright to a whole new level. If we find they're right, the others aren't gonna believe it." There was always the possibility that, if they found the other bunch were right that this lot wouldn't believe them, too, Vega knew.

"Any'ow the woman who was stalkin' your shoulders an' your impressive physique, she reckoned that all we need to know is in there, so we should probably get down in that there shrine, an' start writin' or recordin' or findin' what we need to find or gettin' ourselves into all sorts of trouble." With a wicked grin and completely unaware of why the woman in question had suggested they should get into the shrine as soon as possible, though Arlo knew of course, Vega raised an eyebrow and grinned. It would be a fun and interesting adventure, the redhead thought and, come to that. "Is it bad that I kind of hope that we get to do more than jus' make notes an' go?"

[Arlo Creede]

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Vega had been on a roll ever since they'd left the tribal settlement early that morning. Or at least she'd spent the first few bits of the hike brooding in silence, until they were out of earshot. Then she let loose. Arlo only left her to it, and grinned a little to himself as they picked their way along a narrow but well traveled trail. Which was just as well, apart from a brief lull, she didn't leave him much room to get a word in sideways.

Eventually though he stopped, lifted a leather necklace up and over his head, and dangled it from a narrow branch. It was strung with colorful glass beads, stones with holes naturally worn through, colorful feathers and bits of metal he'd picked up here and there. For Cassion, all of this journey since they'd first spotted the island. It was all an unknown, something to be discovered in the Immortal's name. "I think they meant it as a compliment Vega," he said, grinning again as they walked on, and in reference to what the women had said. "Child bearing hips. It's got to be a real thing for them you know."

"Oh, and in case anyone asks?" he said, tugging her along again. "I've fought no less than a dozen men for the right to call you my woman." Yes, he'd lied, but for these people and their ways, it was a matter of respect. And he'd rather that him and Vega be seen as welcome visitors, than potential hostiles. At any rate, he snorted, then outright laughed as she continued to grouse. "You know some people would say that you're protesting a little too much."

Immortals, he hoped not. If that was the case, it might mean that she was actually warming towards the idea of having children and just wouldn't admit it. Better then to get all this business taken care of, and sail off on their way again. But not without stopping to catch their breath now and then. "Not just you," he said when she thanked him for stopping. "I get tired too, and bloody hot." He poured a bit of water from his flask onto a kerchief and mopped the back of his neck with it.

In fact it was getting to be that part of the trial, the heat of it. So instead of moving on right away, he found them a good shady place to sit, where she could rest against him and he could make sure they were both full of a mid trial meal before they moved on again. Walking was hungry work after all, and this temple wasn't quite as close by as he'd at first been led to believe it was. And then eventually they were off again, the two of them.

Vega made a very good point, Arlo figured. "I think it's more the men than the women. Least it appears that it's the men that are more interested in being right, while the women seem more interested in just finding a middle ground." Of course, as a man himself, Arlo might argue that there was quite a lot of appeal to being right, and the desire to be it, shouldn't be dismissed out of hand. "It may be the men after all that decide how the relations should go after that." Between the two tribes, he meant. But whichever the case it all made for a good story, one that he could at some point share with Cassion himself.

"Well now there it is," Arlo said as he suddenly stopped and pointed ahead at a spot through the trees. Really all there was to see just yet was a small clearing with a cave like entrance. Surrounding that opening, symbols had been carved into the rock and they looked quite old and worn down by the weather. And on each side of the path were totems, of sorts, that seemed to Arlo to be one, then the other, representative of two tribes. But while they'd seen human, or otherwise, tracks along the way, time to time, past those two totems and farther into the clearing? Not a one.

"You know," he said then, frowning a little at Vega's suggestion...in direct contrast to what he'd be doing under any other circumstances....anywhere, anyplace, anytime, that was. "There's probably some things we shouldn't be doing in there." And it wasn't because doing it would be sacrilegious either. In fact it was quite the opposite. "They told me that if we were to get busy in there, you and me, we'd come back out having gotten in the family way." Therefore he would suggest that they didn't, and that further they'd just reserve even their glances for their surroundings and any notes they might be wanting to jot down.

[Vega]

9th Saun, Arc 718
The day after: this

When he'd said that, should anyone ask, he'd fought off a dozen men for the right to call her his, Vega had let out a bark of laughter. "I don't think anyone's gonna buy that, Arlo. Especially not this lot. Wide an' unusual lookin' might be good to them, but still. You should have told the truth," she said, quite seriously. "Lies have a way of comin' back to bite you an' when they find out that you're the first, last an' thus far only bloke ever to be vaguely interested yer gonna like like a right dweeb." Shaking her head she glanced at him; while her swirling eyecolour told of a lot of thoughts, conflicting ones, she said nothing about it.

"Well they can say what they like," she said later, leaning against him. "I say I'm protestin' jus' the right amount." Was he changing his mind about all this, she wondered to herself. Was that why he was so busy trying to fit in to this whole thing of wide hips and fighting off non-existent suitors? It wasn't like him to lie about her to try and make her seem more than she was and Vega couldn't say she liked how it made her feel that he'd done it. Still, she rested against him and napped in the sun.

They were rested, fed and rejuvenated by the time they got back on the trail and when he spoke about the men being more interested in being right Vega raised an eyebrow. "Fancy that," she said, drily and said no more. It was enough said, she thought, when the topic was so blindingly obvious. But then, there it was and it summed up what it was, she thought - the two sides of it being the two sides involved in this conflict and she had to admit to being excited about it. There might be all sorts of ancient treasure and knowledge, traps and even critters of all sorts of shapes and sizes.

But then, Arlo got this strange look on his face and started talking. Vega's eyebrows raised as he spoke, she listened to him as he explained and a dozen colours swirled in her eyes. For a few trill after he'd finished, she didn't say anything, although a muscle jumped in her cheek as she clenched her teeth together slightly, waiting for her to sort out what he'd said in her mind. So, that was what they'd told him, and that was what he believed therefore, that was what he suggested? The mass of colours wasn't moving more slowly or making any more sense. "A'right, that's fine." Vega said no more than that and, unusually for her, wouldn't burst out in anger a few moments later. Because she wasn't angry. "Lets get down an' see what we can, shall we?"

Figuring it was probably better if they just both got on with doing what they came here for, she turned and made her way to the shrine. It was weird, as she stepped past the barrier that wasn't really there at all, but her voice was still quiet and a little bit awestruck when she said, "I wonder how long it's been since anyone's walked here?" But, into the cave and she knelt and grabbed a branch which had fallen in the cave mouth and then made it glow, starlight glimmering from it. The entrance led into a tunnel which went on for a fair while. It was high enough for them and then some, though in places they had to go through one in front of the other and once it was a bit of a squeeze for him. There was a drip of water and, as they moved forward Vega whispered. "Arlo? Does it look like there's light up 'head to you?" It was like flickering candlelight she said, looking at him with her still swirling eyes. The closer they got, the more obvious it became and then, as the tunnel opened into a room, the source of the flickering became obvious.

The cavern they were walking in to, which seemed to be natural, had dark walls but the cavernous ceiling was some sort of slightly reflective, glowing, marble like substance. It flickered and reflected in a constant bouncing back and forth - and the results were spectacular. Looking down at her arm, Vega grinned slightly as she saw the silver of her blood shining noticeably. "Arlo, look," she said, but it wasn't her blood which had caught her eye. The light bounced off the walls and, as it did, it seemed to almost light up the carvings there. "It's their history, innit?" Vega lifted a hand in the closest to reverent she'd been outside the presence of an Immortal and she couldn't quite bring herself to touch it. "Who did this, if none o'them can come here?"

Other than the words, painstakingly carved and telling a story which would, hopefully, give them answers as to who was right about which Immortal created them, there were two exits from this place, other than the one they'd come in and there were.. remnants. Remains, maybe, but so old that really, all that was here were piles of dust. "You wanna make notes on all this, first, or explore those two exits?" Vega asked, resisting the urge to suggest that the one of the left could be where she slept and he could take the one on the right. But only just resisting that urge.

[Arlo Creede]

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"They believed every bit of it, and what's more they were impressed," Arlo insisted when Vega doubted that the tribe would have accepted his claims. Regarding her, that was. And, he added, why wouldn't they? It was completely the truth as he saw it. "Wherever we go, I see other men looking your way, trying to catch your eye. I'd be ready to go one on one with any one of them. Luckily though," he said, grinning as he bumped Vega's shoulder, as they walked, "My giving them the side eye has done a sufficient job of scaring them off."

And he was pretty sure, he reminded her once again, that the tribe's assertion that she was unusual looking and had good hips, was probably the highest compliment that they had in their arsenal. "Unusual...exotic looking. And what's wrong with that?" he asked. "And you've got curves. I'm the first to tell you that there isn't a man alive that would begrudge those curves." Once again, he thought quietly, Vega heard different than what was said, by either him or others, and because she heard different, her understanding of what he and they had meant were different too.

But it did no good pointing it out or even suggesting it, Arlo knew. She'd only tell him that he was mistaken. And then he'd have to tell her than no, he was right. But instead of beginning a debate that might grow heated and last the trial through, Arlo only inwardly sighed and kept his peace while Vega sat down and slept for a spell. It was her way, Arlo loved her top to bottom and wasn't interested in changing a thing about her.

Later though, once they'd arrived at their destination and he told her about another of the tribe's traditions and he guessed, superstitions, from Arlo's perspective, Vega misunderstood him again. She didn't say it. But she didn't need to. By now Arlo was thoroughly familiar and acquainted with all the signs. Her eyes in particular. This time, it had to be said. "Don't go getting your back up, Vega. There isn't any hidden meaning there. I'm only repeating what I was told."

But yes, they should go down there and he was happy to lead the way. "It's their legend, their tradition and they believe it. And while I don't believe it myself, they're going to ask." He'd only suggested they didn't because to him, this place was something apparently holy to at least one, and probably both tribes. And no matter their superstitions about it, their beliefs weren't his and Vega's. It just didn't seem like the thing to do, was all.

"Probably decades, if not longer," he said when she asked how long it might have been since anyone else had been in that place. At least to tell the tribe tell it, it was off limits to both them and their counterpart on the other side of the island. If it had been that long, however, those people didn't know what they were missing. They'd followed a flickering light, the two of them, and what they saw at the end of the tunnel was a real wonder to behold. And Vega was a sight. She always was of course, but all the more at that bit with her silver blood shining.

He grinned a little before looking away, towards the walls where she was pointing. "It must be," he almost whispered, referencing history as he turned round, his eyes tracing all the symbols and patterns all over the walls and ceilings. "It had to have been put here a long time ago. You'd think that even if they don't have a written history, they'd have oral ones passed down through generations, and they'd know about this." Why didn't they then, Arlo wondered. Had it really been that long ago?

"Why don't we copy all this down?" he suggested when Vega wondered what next. Surely, if they each focused on the walls in sections, they could get the job down and then puzzle their drawings together. And then the exits, maybe. But as he pulled out paper and pencil and gave Vega a share, Arlo looked round again as he settled own on the floor, and he frowned. "You know, just at a glance, I'm not sure that this is telling a story that lines up with either tribe's version."

[Vega]

It was the tribe's tradition, not theirs and they were going to ask, Arlo claimed and glanced at him. She shook her head, a slight smile on her face though her eyes told the same, conflicted, story. "Sometimes, yer a right dweeb, you know." She snorted slightly when he said that it didn't seem like the "thing to do" and bit back the comment that it had never stopped them before. She didn't say anything, though, and at least partly that was because she was so completely entranced by what they were seeing. But, his words stayed with her and, even as they both drank in the sights of the crystalline cave, her mind was ticking over.

She agreed, though, take a wall each, copy down and then move to the next wall. That was reasonable, though he'd need to check what she wrote. Her reading and writing was much, much better than it had been, but this was a strange and archaic language which wasn't easy to understand. Still, she got the notebook and started to write, but then she stopped. "Do you ever wish," she asked, wistfully, "that we could go back to that trial on Immortals' Tongue an' say ok, here are the rules?" She kept looking at the wall as she spoke but her voice sounded thoughtful, considered."I've learnt a lot about me, an' you, an' us. An' sometimes, I don't react to what you're meanin'. You know how my cousins used to be," he more than knew, he'd seen it. "I grew up defendin', hearin' the worst an' expectin' an attack." She'd done that because it was largely what she got, he knew that. It wasn't just from them, either, as a half blood, she hadn't fitted in - had always been different. "People used to comment on how my unusual looks must be my other side, mongrel blood." Vega wasn't forgiving of that, but she was past it. Mostly.

"So unusual lookin' got my back up, but it weren't fair." She knew that, so she hadn't reacted. However, when he'd said that he'd told them something about her that wasn't true, she explained, it made her feel uncomfortable, like he was trying to pretend that she was something she wasn't. "I know you weren't. I just felt like you were, an' I needed to deal with feelin' it." Giving up any pretence of looking at the wall for the moment, Vega turned around and looked at him. "I over react, an' I hear stuff you haven't said, or take what you have said the wrong way. I know that, qau'ma. It's taken me this long to learn that. But now that I know it, I jus' need time to sort it out in my head, think it through an' work out what you did mean. That's all." She didn't want to ask him, she explained, because if she asked him she'd have ended up sparking an argument because she was spiky. "I don't wanna snap, an' I don't wanna fight. Sometimes I react like yer attackin' or bein' snide or havin' a go an' you're not. I know that. Jus' let me work it through, alright?" She couldn't do anything else, after all, she said.

Then, she moved over and kissed him softly. "I love you, an' I know 'ow much you love me back. I jus'... I told you I'd be no good at this. I'm not used to someone lookin' at me an' seein' beautiful, Arlo. Jus' give me time, alright?" It had taken a long time and a lot of arguments and thinking about things for her to get to this point and she knew, she told him, that she had a way still to go. But she just needed him to understand what was happening.

When that was done and said, she got back to her job with a demand that they stopped, of course, lollygagging and when he commented she agreed. "They weren't created by an Immortal. They're travellers who got stranded here an' set up. But this is 'undreds of arcs old, isn't it?" Vega frowned as she considered and said, sagely. "Oh, they are not gonna like this."

[Arlo Creede]

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A right dweeb? Was that what he was, Arlo teased her as they went along, and it became harder and harder to focus on anything but their surroundings. The natives apparently had never stepped foot in this place. "I like to keep you guessing," Arlo teased her, belatedly as he'd stared up at the ceiling while turning round full circle in order to take it all in. He let out a long, slow whistle before uttering, "They don't know what they're missing."

So they'd sat down and started writing and drawing, and in spite of doing what Vega asked and looking over her work, Arlo reminded her that she'd improved by leaps and bounds, and was far better at it than she thought she was. But as soon as she asked her question, would he want to go back, Arlo frowned thoughtfully. Though he didn't answer at first. In fact, unusually, he stayed quiet through all that she said, so that he could consider it as a whole before responding.

In the meantime he copied down the images on the walls and ceilings, and tried to sort out the story they told. All pictures were stories, after all, in one way or another. He did stop drawing however when Vega turned round to face him, and he put his paper down in order to only focus on her. But he only responded, to any of it, after they'd shared a kiss that lingered between them, and he grinned a little when he sat back. "No," he said. "I don't wish we could go back to that trial. I mean to relive it exactly how it happened?" he said. "Maybe. But not with changing it in mind."

If that trial had been different, if they'd laid out all the rules and worked out all the little details between them...like some sort of business arrangement, Arlo told her, they wouldn't know nearly as much about each other as they did then. "Take out the surprises that come from the spats, and what's the fun in that? We wouldn't be exactly where we are right now, and how we are, you and me. And that would be the real shame." So no, he wouldn't go back and change that trial. And yes, he got why the word unusual got her back up. But, Arlo told her, there'd never been a trial since they'd first met, that he hadn't known he was looking at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "Even with all those elbows and knees," he teased her.

But if what she needed was time in those instances? Then that's what she'd have. "All you want of it," he said and kissed her again. "So long as you know I'm here before, during and after you've had your fill." For now however, they had work to do. A feud to end, in fact, if they could. She was right though. "No mention of the Immortals that I can see, except a passing reference or two. Just shipwrecked travelers maybe that left behind their story for those that came after. Heck, maybe the two tribes are descendants of those travelers."

If they were, clearly they were lousy at keeping any sort of oral history, and it seemed like their forefather's efforts had been wasted. "Fancy that, Cassion," Arlo uttered then, out into the space around them. "A cavern full of stories, like a legacy forgotten by the very ones they were left to." Vega was right though. The natives weren't going to like it. And the truth probably wasn't going to settle their feud. "They're never going to come in here, you know. They'll believe whatever we tell them. It seems like it's the story that matters to them, more than the actual truth."

[Vega]

That the people didn't know what they were missing, Vega had to entirely and wholeheartedly agree with. She looked around in amazement and her expression was one of total awe. It was beautiful, truly beautiful and she couldn't hide her delight at it. He checked her work and she glanced at him as he told her she was better than she thought she was. The truth was, or at least she suspected it was, somewhere between her perception and his. But still.

Vega was pleased that Arlo didn't interrupt her, just let her say what she needed to. As was so often the way, the lingering kiss they shared spoke more than she could manage, but she couldn't resist whispering as her nose touched against his. "I thought we were not doin' nothin' like this in here. In case." But it was a very good means of communicating, she added and really, things always seemed so much more straightforward when he kissed her. He was right though, if they'd worked it all out before, if they'd known then they'd never have gotten to right here and right now. Vega smiled softly, loathe to be out of his arms and so she lingered there a little while longer. "So, are you tellin' me, it's all about the journey? Immortals, Creede," she teased, rubbing her nose against his. "You're well predictable you are."

He'd always known she was the most beautiful girl he'd seen? Vega smiled at him and chuckled at the elbows and knees comment. "You've got well weird taste, but I'm glad. An' you know, there'd be no need for fightin' anyone off. I'm where I choose to be, an' I'm here to stay." There was no one alive, mortal or Immortal who was going to tempt her away. And as for where he'd be? Well she knew that, she told him. Knew it and did not doubt it, not for a trill. "Which really, is quite an achievement, you know," she smiled at him and her teasing was evident in her voice and her expression. "You must be pretty good at this whole boyfriend gubbins. Good work." She elbowed him and grinned and then got on with what they were doing. Every now and then, though, she muttered about stupid rules and silly notions and nonsense and superstitious fools.

There was only one conclusion to come to, she agreed. They were not created by any Immortal at all. Vega looked at him in some surprise, though, when he pointed out that they weren't going to come here. He was right, she knew that. Of course he was right. But then, was what he was suggesting a bad thing, something which they shouldn't do. Vega considered it. "If we tell them, that bunch of entirely male plonkwaddles ain't gonna stop fightin'." And then they'd die out, she added. That wasn't good.

"But if we tell them one or the other of em's right, they're gonna be the kind of unbearable plonkwaddle that's a sore winner. They're a nightmare, they are." Vega frowned and looked around. She shrugged slightly and turned to Arlo. "We could tell 'em that they're both wrong, you know. That it were a different Immortal who fated them here an' that there's prophecies, in this shrine, of a glorious future for them, united?" Vega shrugged slightly - he was the storyteller, she said, she'd sing and write a song about it, if he wanted. But it could work. "Which Immortal, do you reckon?" She figured she already knew, of course, but it was always worth to ask.

Then, with total seriousness, Vega looked at Arlo with a very particular shade of deep indigo swirling in her eyes which only he ever saw. "Does that mean we're not believin' that superstition, then?"

[Arlo Creede]

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"Doesn't it strike you as a little odd," Arlo mused as they sat side by side and started at the walls and up at ceiling. "that all these arcs, none of those people, not a one that will admit it at least, has come in and taken a look?" Not even on the sly, if it was really the case. "I mean I guess if they believe there's some sort of curse attached to doing it." Still, after generations gone by and reportedly, not a single individual had taken a look. That took a particular failing in the realm of curiosity, at the least, and it boggled the mind. Then again, he was a follower of Cassion. This place wouldn't have gone a trial without him taking a look.

"And I'm not sure I've ever heard of anyone getting in the family way, due to a little kiss,' he teased Vega when she reminded him of the precautions he'd referenced earlier. "Of course it's about the journey," he said, and kissed her again for good measure. "I'm one of Cassion's. How could it be anything else?" She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, alongside his mother of course. And Vega could argue all she wanted, but there'd been plenty of times he'd had to silently warn off other men with a telling glance. Cassion had blessed with with a sort of strength that showed on the outside, and up to now it had been enough. It might not always be, and when the time came he'd relish knocking a few heads together, and proving her wrong again.

If they were to tell the natives the truth about what they'd found, Vega said, they wouldn't stop fighting. And that was because, Arlo figured, neither side would believe them, and insist that they'd made a mess of reading the signs. "I got the impression that the women would consider a better solution than any. They'd rather peace than religion," he said. But the men would never agree. So no, they couldn't tell them that one was right, and the other was wrong either. "They can't both be right however. There's no compromise there."

"It's the only solution," he finally agreed. "if there's going to be any peace between them going forward. They're both wrong." And right or wrong depended on the Immortal one worshiped, didn't it? Arlo followed Cassion. It was about the journey. The story. What better act of worship than to give an entire society a nudge, though storytelling, that would provide his Immortal of choice a bevy of stalwart worshipers for ages to come? "Cassion of all the Immortals, would be pleased as punch," Arlo said. So songs, stories, legends...that's what they'd carry back with them when they returned to the native village. "Give me a hand," he said, as he chose a wide expanse of wall to study with a brand new eye, from which he'd create a legend or a part of a song. Between the two of them, by the time they left they'd have all the material they'd need.

[Rynata]

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Comments: Interesting way to problem solve for the clans! I assume there was some two versions of a story feud going on. I don't think I mentioned this so I'll say it here, but the way Vega's dialogue is written really gives her her voice. It reads very naturally. Arlo's dialogue and internal thoughts are very charming. He is indeed a dweeb, but a good one. I think you were able to really portray him as being used to Vega, as in an actual relationship.

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