eschiava wrote:Enslaved? Is that an ungrateful voice I hear? I prefer to think of the former arrangement between the Matis and the Tryker as one where we protected the Tryker in return for their devotion to to us. We offer the same arrangement now. Join us as before, and you will be protected in case of any war. And you will reap the spoils of war above all others, excepting the Matis of course.
Oh, Kami! This is truly Matisian arrogance speaking.
Ungrateful??! Arrangement?? Protected?! Your choice of words makes me want to tackle your knees! My better sense tells me that I should write off your haughty attitude to the generations of Matisian in-breeding that reached it's anti-climax with your gangly frame and upward-turned nose; yet--well, the calloused, dirt-encrusted, fightin' half of me embraces the ticked-off feeling that I get when I hear such racism vomited from the mouths of elitists.
Listen: Trykers--or this Tryker, leastwise--don't want war! We don't want strife at all. All I want to do is drink tea, let down my hair, and wade around the lakelands on a warm and balmy day. If I had my way, I would chew wild berries by the handful and grin at the wee Yubos as they roll on the shore, playing.
Unfortunately, there's been a horde of giant killer intelligent bugs unleashed on the bark of the planet, and I and my fellows are forced to go around training for war by spearing Yubos instead of playing fetch with them. We skin the messab so that we can make armor to protect us from Kitin. We certainly don't want the added trouble of having to defend our right to life, freedom, heaping servings of cake and pie, hot tea, and... er, most importantly, though, life and freedom--from the Matis! If you and yours could expand your minds and change your perspective the wee bit that it takes to realize that you are not the Chosen People of Atys and that no one has the right to exploit anyone else, then and only then can you and I talk in a civilized and possibly even friendly fashion. Until that day, you are unwelcome in Fairhaven, Avendale, Crystabell, Windermeer, and all other Tryker lands. I hate that you have chosen to be so devisive; the bark should not be divided into Tryker this and Matis that; the bark is bark and homins should be homins! Although it seems impossible at the moment, I will welcome you as a sister as soon as you rid yourself or your racial pride and superiority complex. Treat me as equal, earn my trust, and you and I can share a steaming mug after a refreshing backstroke off the docks of Fairhaven; until that time, my sword that is sharpened to drive the Kitin back to the roots will also be drawn against your racism.
Have a nice day, nonetheless.
