[center][h2]Ekotone[/h2][/center]


	Cabel and Tarowwe stood outside the largest tent the Bolog had to offer. It was perhaps six times bigger than any of the other tents and thick with leather and wooden framework. It was such an impressive structure that the bands of the Ekotone had decided to use it for their meeting — a suggestion that Cabel’s mother took easily, seeing it as another way to show Bolog superiority among the other bands. 

	Inside the chieftains of the Ekotone were discussing the future of their clade and the possibility of forming an alliance, but outside Cabel and Tarowwe stood guard, tasked with ensuring that nothing disrupts the meeting. As such, their usual woolen shirts were augmented with fur capes and their hands were given spears.

	It wasn’t a bad job, as the sun was out and the sky was a deep blue with barely any clouds. The air was mild, making the rays of the sun more comfortable than oppressive. Other members of the Bolog were walking around about their day, with a few staring at the tent, as if their eyes could bore through it to collect the secrets being discussed, but none were close enough for Cabel or Tarowwe to pay any mind.

	“Kinda funny how they commended you for Farro,” Tarowee broke the silence. 

	Cabel twisted his face. “On about that again are you?”


	“I was there too,” Tarowwe said.

	“I know.” Cabel looked at his friend. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

	Tarowwe huffed. “Well tell that to everyone else.”

	“I will.” Cabel made a face. “You know I appreciate your help.”


	With a sigh Tarowwe nodded his head. “It’s just that pacifying Farro wasn’t easy for me either, and it feels like I’m not even getting any credit for all my work.”

	Putting his spear in the crook of his arm, Cabel turned to Tarowwe. “Listen, forget what everyone else is saying. I was there, you were there; we did the job together and we are heroes together.” He paused. “Okay?”

	Tarowwe gave Cabel a half smile. “Okay.”

	With a great gust of wind, the flaps of the tent behind them were slapped open, a rush of important Eidolon’s exiting, still murmuring loudly about the meeting they just had. Without paying the boys any mind, most of the decorated chieftains simply walked by, all but an old grey haired woman with steely eyes.

	“The motion passed,” She said to Cabel first before looking at Tarowwe.

	“So..?” Tarowwe let his word hang.

	“I am now the elected leader of the Ekotone… Alliance,” Bolog’s chieftain, Jarra, answered. “And it is our combined hope that we find greener pastures than the ones we left behind. In fact, the Horu band discovered a gentle land directly to the north past a river.”

	“They did!?” Cabel took a step forward, his bare feet kicking dust from the dry plain below. “A steady source of water and fields?”

	“Apparently greener than anything we have ever seen.” Jarra’s eyes were sparkling, something those around her would consider a rare sight. In fact, her excitement, even at this mild level, was enough to cause great commotion in the two boys as they pieced together the implications of the discovery. 

	“As a sign of faith in the alliance, I have already volunteered you to explore this new land.” She looked over at Cabel.

	Tarowwe stepped forward now. “Can I go as well?”

	Jarra blinked at Tarowwe, a veil of seriousness falling over her face. “You may.”

	Giving his friend a happy look, Tarowwe grinned. Cabel gave him a worried grin back before looking back at his mom. “Thank you, Chieftain.”

	Jarra simply tipped her head before walking off, treating Cabel with no more mind than she did anyone else.


[hider=Summary] A super short post. Tarowwe is upset that he didn't get credit for killing Farro. The Ekotone formalize into an Alliance with Cabel's mother, Jarra of the Bolog, being their leader. A band that belongs to the alliance found the Garden of Hevel and Cabel is being sent there to investigate -- Tarowwe is going with him. [/hider]