The nation

Chapter four

Kaya had accepted her new life without her parents when the weather finally warmed up.Kaya had a glimmer of hope when the council managed to put together a feast, but that hope was fleeting.Her fragile heart broke once more when she saw the boy she thought she could love kissing her best friend.She was then confused and later enraged when she was informed that she would be going when the group left for the east.Now that it was spring, it was early enough to make it to the river before the weather changed again, but not too early to risk nighttime frost.Kaya Tasso was attempting to heal from her broken heart and let go of the loss of her parents; consequently, she plans to use this journey as a means of atonement for any wrongs she had committed.

The council meeting was proceeding roughly as expected.The typical show and frustration were available.Soon, some of its members' individual objectives were made public.There was a crisis in the village, and some of the council members were competing for their own benefit at the expense of others.The crop yield has suffered as a result of the recent winter and extremely wet spring and summer.The food stores were unimpressive, and the village will soon face another winter.Each month, the council members meet to discuss village issues.The content of this meeting was not typical, but its frequency was.

The problem is the amount of food.We will have a long winter if hunting is bad as well because our stores are low.With one hand on his pipe and the other in a fist, Vardon Rig states.

"We all know that, Vardon."Leland Hoak responds by raising both of his hands in a hold-on position.

The room where the council met was a big, circular building.Large wooden poles sunk into the ground around the outside circumference formed the framework.The roof supports were secured to a ring of wood that was attached to two large central poles that supported the roof poles.To let out the smoke from the fire, there was a hole in the middle of the roof.To enable them to be stretched, tied to each support pole, and wrapped around the framework of wooden poles, tanned buffalo hides have been stitched together.whose bottoms could be raised to control the structure's temperature or air flow.Dirt covered the floor, and in the middle of the room was a fire pit where a large fire was burning brightly and producing a lot of heat.

Everyone sat around the fire, some on pillows, others on the ground or on a stool.Westin Stina, the oldest of the group at seventy-two winters, was sitting on a stool because it was hard for him to get up from the ground.He used the stool to get up without assistance.The room was open to the public, and anyone could attend a meeting there.

However, this meeting was closed to the public because some members didn't want to wake The People up.There was typically no yelling or bursting into a rage at the usual council meetings, which were solemn affairs.

Before speaking, the people carefully considered their words to ensure that they were accurate.In the majority of these gatherings, only one participant addresses a topic.The speaker sat down after they were done, and the council went through what had been said carefully while smoking a pipe.Most of the time, there was too much work to do to sit around and watch old men think, so the general public did not attend these meetings often.However, some did show up, and some of them would go on to be council members.However, today only the eleven council members were present;additionally, the leader and a few partners or advisors.The room was still tense, and smoke from the fire was rising through the roof vent hole.

"All of this is Harden, our leader's fault.He is responsible for his poor choices.Rognvald Aa Scandiniv waited for a response by covering his chest with his arms.

"This isn't Solidify's issue you fool."Harden's wife, Lady Utpahl, spit back at Rognvald's claim.With her back to the wall of the council room, the lady was seated behind the members of the council.

“Then who would you blame?” Rognvald could not continue, and Lady Utpahl interrupted him.

"Is it his fault that the severe winters have occurred?Is it his fault that the crops don't grow enough because of the excessive rainfall?Is Harden in charge of the weather? How can this be his fault?From behind her husband, Lady Utpahl made her sound.

Lady Utpahl: "It appears that Harden has as much control over you as he does over the weather."

When Indrasena Utpahl turned to see who was speaking to her this way, she turned to Rognvald, but it wasn't his voice.Westin Stina was halfway around the circle, her eyes fixed on Westin's aging face, and her rage softened.She smiled at Westin, realizing that Harden had just as much control over the weather as he did over his wife. Westin was the oldest and most revered elder on the council.

"Okay, let's get back to the subject."Harden got up from where he was sitting on the floor.He sat on a copper-colored, fluffy pillow with a burst seam and some stuffing visible.Harden was the chief and leader.Despite his impressive figure, he was getting older, as evidenced by his bronze skin.His skin was deeply cut by the lines on his forehead.The space between his foreheads was wrinkled more often than not, the crows have left their feet toward the edges of his eyes.His belly sagged even more as his shoulders dropped, and his hair had grey streaks.A single feather hung to his left ear, as was customary for men to have their hair pulled back.Before he spoke again, Harden took a long inhale from his tobacco pipe.

He stopped to exhale the smoke he had inhaled and said, "No one controls the weather, least of all me."He gave Lady Indrasena Utpahl, his wife, a wink as he turned around again.With a twinkle in her eye, she nodded in response.

“What we are here to discuss is not the weather, but rather the state of our food supplies and whether or not we have enough to feed The People.We send additional hunting parties out each day, ration when necessary, and save what we can.These measures guided us during difficult times in the past, and they should guide us again.I have presented these measures to the council for consideration.The floor is now open, so please share any additional ideas.Harden repositioned himself on his pillow, puffing out a little more down as he did so.Indra took note and slightly shook her head.

Indra interpreted this as a metaphor for her husband of late, who is still functional but has changed since she first sewed him.Lady Indrasena may occasionally be somewhat insatiable, and Harden has... well, failed recently.Despite the fact that she loved her husband with all of her heart, the amount of affection they once shared has diminished recently.When Indrasena was just a young woman, all of the men wanted to meet her, and she loved being the center of attention.She would make fun of the younger boys and flirt with the older men, but she would just ignore her numerous suitors.All of this she did because it was in her nature, but the Warrior's game would come and everyone would go watch.

The plot of one video game was epic.After being tied nil to nil for the entirety of the first half, the game was changed when a young warrior came on in place of an injured warrior.The crowd roared and cheered during the first half for each body check and save made by the goalkeepers with their large nets.Harden would be the only person in the crowd to cheer for during the second half.At the time, Harden was twenty years old.He was tall, powerful, and quick.Solidify would keep the hand sewn ball in the net of his stick, winding as he ran between the other group's players.At the point when he scored the first of his five objectives, the group emitted with acclaim for the youthful fighter's expertise.As he watched, Indrasena became ever more excited about every goal, every running dodge, and the speed at which he could run.She felt a tingle in her lower belly because she was aware that she would bed Harden, marry him, and have many children.

Although Harden was the leader and admired by many, his status at home, particularly with Indra, has diminished over the past forty winters.Indra attempted to excite him, but it appeared that she was less exciting than before.Which, to Indra, may or may not be true;she was feeling that way.

After Harden sat down once more, the room became quiet.They thought, smoked, and then smoked some more.Nobody talked.After that, Rognvald's eldest son, Andy Aa Scandiniv, entered through the door.He came in quietly, went to his father, whispered something to him, and then left in the same manner.Andy was a big, powerful, but stupid warrior.Simple Andy was his nickname.He didn't have any physical problems, but his mind was slow and he had to do things over and over to learn them. He was handsome, though.Long black hair that swayed over his rear end, naturally muscular body, strong jaw, and aristocratic nose.Aside from Lady Utpahl, few people noticed simple Andy enter and leave because he was quiet and a good hunter.

"The hunting group I sent out three days ago has returned, and they have had a lot of success,"By the tone of his voice, Rognvald made this a formal accusation against Harden and not a sign of good fortune.

"Every fourth day, I have been sending out additional hunting parties."Oscar Aan Plec added, pointing to Rognvald.