"Love him?" Emilia parroted, sounding awfully offended, "No, no way! He's a good fighter and all, but that guy's got some serious insecurity issues! You ever actually talk to him? It's like walking into a seminar on [i]Kalo, the wise and powerful![/i]" Emilia deepened her voice at the end of her sentence and rose her hands up. "Besides, it's pretty obvious that he's got his eyes set on you. Not sure why though, I've never seen you guys talk, let alone get along!" Emilia's little brother smiled back at Lystra shyly. "You should talk to him- If you're interested, that is. I think the guy's kind of a tool."

	Kalen lumbered his way past the two girls as they spoke, clutching his jaw. He was aided by one of the two who'd tended to him after the fight, but seemed no worse for wear. He smiled and nodded at Emilia and Lystra before heading towards his father and brother in a hurry. "Kalen on the other hand, haha.." Emilia cut herself short and patted Lystra's shoulder before tugging her brother into the midst of the feast. "Gotta run, Dad's waiting!" She shouted of a chorous of chatter, "Come find me after the feast! I've gotta show you something!" Emilia was always excited about something. But not many would humor her ramblings, except Lystra, anyways. She'd been happy to have a friend who wasn't so quick to shove her off, but was pretty difficult to pin down for more than a minute herself!

	Chief Fuso reached out to Kalo as Kalen walked up to their conversation, but the boy stomped away from his father in a bit of rage. Something had happened, but anyone who got in Kalo's way found themselves shoved aside, or at the receiving end of his loud mouth. "Move!" Kalo huffed, "Get out of my way!" Fuso looked onto his son in disappointment, but did not chase after him. Kalen attempted to follow, but his father's hand grasped onto one of his massive legs. Fuso shook his head, and Kalen sat down with a defeated expression on his face.

	All the while, the rest of Fuso's clan enjoyed themselves in groups of three to ten. Families and friends, from the hunters, to the farmers, to the elders, and so on. There were so many rings of men and women, and each was just as energetic as the last. It was a rightful party indeed, all that was left was for Lystra enjoy herself. That, or wander off as she often seemed to do.

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	Kalo ran past a nearby outcrop of stones near the edge of the lake, far from where the festivities were taking place, and opposite to where the campsite was located. The young man huffed and puffed, fuming with jealousy and anger. As soon as he was out of sight, Kalo dropped to the ground, and sat with his back firmly planted against the side of a giant jutting spear of stone, opposite to the lake. As he sat there and thought over what his father had said, something watched him from behind another nearby rock formation, gazing upon the boy with curious emerald eyes. Neither said a word, though. The wind buffeted Kalo's long black hair as he sat there in silence, feeling the energy in his body leave him, depressed by the reality that he'd faced.