Kaleeth opened her mouth, intending briefly to scold Janius' suggestion, but mentally reminded herself that he was not as familiar with her village's traditions. "It...doesn't work like that. Everyone's marks are different. Before they begin, the Treeminder, or whoever might be applying them, will drink Hist sap and apply to Julan the marks that come to him. The marks are meant to come from the Hist themselves, which is another reason you can't just...refuse them. You'd be refusing the Hist themselves!"

Kaleeth started to pace through the hut, clasping her hands on her head. "Why...why does it have to be like this? Why can't it just be easy, and all go smoothly? Julan has to do it. There's no way we'll be welcome here anymore. The whole village would feel insulted, and my father would be absolutely livid."

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For now, at least, S'nashi and the rest of Ahnasha's family accepted Calia's brief answer, especially with Fendros ushering them towards the meal they had all been awaiting. They had made sure to acquire enough blankets for everyone to sit comfortably by the lake for their picnic, and Ahnasha had made sure to buy a few pillows in case anyone, like Calia, preferred to have any extra cushioning. 

While everyone else was getting seated, Shevari started straight away on serving everyone. "I shall start us all out with a few appetizers. Redoran spiced melons, and a light soup: an Argonian recipe, actually. Though, it is popular in Leyawiin as well. I was surprised to be able to find the seaweed for it all the way up here. Rhazii, could you help me with the wine? Your father's family has brought us a wonderful vintage. I just wish we had glasses fine enough to match it."