POBear 82.1 - Setting a Bear-ing

POBear 82.1 - Setting a Bear-ing

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Belissar exhaled his breath as the message crossed his vision. A moment later, the shade’s body dispersed into mist, taking most of the flames with them. He could feel the chill of the Hunger fade as his Tower’s mana flooded the area. Dead grass and flowers left in the shade’s wake began to regrow.

He, Chief Rohsuak, and Metsaitti had to stamp out a few small fires, but in the end the situation had been dealt with. And with not a bee harmed in the process.

“Looks like we got it. Did, um...”

Belissar hesitated but swallowed and cleared his voice.

“Was anyone hurt? I might be able to help if so.”

Chief Rohsuak smiled and shook her head.

“No, thanks to you we got through unscathed. Which reminds me...”

She glanced at Metsaitti and he nodded. Then they both turned to Belissar and bowed their heads, slamming their right fists into the left side of their chests.

“Thank you, Sacred Den Master, for your assistance. You saved many lives today and we will not forget it.”

Belissar fidgeted a bit but calmed himself and nodded.

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad no one was hurt.”

Confirming that all was well, Belissar turned to the soldier bee army. Niobee and the commanding queen were hovering in front of him, waiting for his next command. Belissar smiled at them.

“Great work everyone. Let’s go home and celebrate.”

The air buzzed as all the bees saluted as one. Belissar couldn’t help but grin. An invasion by the Hunger. A disaster that had destroyed entire villages in the past. Once one of the greatest fears in his life, a calamity he would have been helpless against before.

Now, thanks to his bees, one had been dealt with. And neither a bee nor a karnuq had been hurt in the process. He could not help but be proud of how far his bees had come. And, perhaps, how far he too had come from the helpless peasant he once was.

He made his way home with his head held high and spring in his step.

Chief Rohsuak stood for a moment and watched as the Sacred Den Master left with his army. She rubbed her chin and hummed for a moment before turning to Metsaitti.

“What do you think?”

Metsaitti smiled and inclined his head.

“I will follow your lead. You’ve always been a better leader than I.”

Chief Rohsuak rolled her eyes and knocked the top of his head.

“I wouldn’t waste my breath if I wanted to hear flattery.”

And then she turned to Metsaitti, who nodded as everyone turned to face him.

“And, as of tonight, we have protection from an army whose might exceeds our own.”

She turned and looked each member of the meeting in the eye, one by one.

“For the first time, our people can grow in strength, abundance, and numbers. But that is only true as long as we remain here. If, for some reason, we are forced to leave, we will lose access to that protection. We will lose access to the first consistent source of food we have had. And our two champions will lose access to the Sacred Den of the patron who has granted them her unique blessings, while no further members of our clan will have an opportunity to receive a blessing at all.”

She then smiled at them.

“What I propose is that we do what we need to make our current good fortune permanent and ensure that we will continue to grow far into the future, even after all of us here are gone.”

The karnuq slowly began to nod, though one of the eldest frowned.

“But...didn’t you say it’s dangerous to trust a Sacred Den Master? Don’t you remember what happened to our fathers and mothers?”

Chief Rohsuak nodded.

“I did. And I do. And that was why we held back. That is why we still live in tents, ready to leave at a moment’s notice. That is why we live on the outskirts where we are still exposed to the Underway and the Hunger.”

She made eye contact with him.

“But I no longer think that. We gave this Sacred Den Master a chance to show us his true colors and he has. From the time we have arrived here, he has not hesitated to share with us the bounty of his Sacred Den, or the blessings of his patron. And in exchange he only demanded one thing: that we not harm his bees. Tonight, he risked those same bees himself in order to protect us, even though we hadn’t even asked for his help, and then he asked us for nothing in return. This Sacred Den Master has earned my trust.”

She turned to Metsaitti who nodded.

“Mine as well. I owe him my life for tonight.”

A wave of murmuring passed through the karnuq...which only grew as Noigakkuq stepped forward, tossing a new dagger in her hand.

“I’m in favor of it.”

Juosiutik nodded and stepped forward as well.

“As am I. I would not have reclaimed my mother’s legacy without his help.”

Leijaliuk nodded as well.

“I do not wish to return to rationing like I once did...and I imagine none of the rest of you want me to either. We need this Sacred Den, and I am in favor of anything that helps us keep it.”

Chief Rohsuak nodded at those who had spoken and waited for the murmurs to quiet down.

“Then, it is time to make a choice about the future of our people. All in favor?”

She stood tall as she waited for the responses...