Outsiders No More

[Kavan Siron]

Kavan had always been willing to do whatever it took to survive, and it had held extremely truth since his crash landing on Dathomir. He had seized every opportunity that came his way, from making himself useful to learning the language, to bite his tongue and bowing to the clan's women as a male who liked living shall. It had been harsh and sometimes infuriating, moreso than every time he had bleed to earn his place; but it had been worth it.

When the Clan Mother's mate had won him after their spar, he had gained some better footing as a slave. He still wanted to earn his freedom even with the matriarchal order that prevailed. He had been working his ass off to get there, including helping during the long travels when the new Clan had been formed, and to help the people that had first tolerated if not accepted him had settled at what was his current home. He sometimes cursed himself for his blooming interest in a certain healer; especially as he had noted that the brunette witch who had a similar inclination had utter scorn for his gender, which was of little surprise considering she had grown up in the same clan as the Clan Mother Anjali. He had nevertheless learned how the men under Elder Matier could learn better standing if they survived certain trials. His aim was to get to this point.

In the meantime, he continued to do his best with tasks, and helped with tools maintenance, heavy lifting, and trap setting even though he was yearning to have a greater part among the hunters. After all he had worked as a smuggler and bounty hunter after his days among the military so he knew a few things about that, and career changes had been a pattern at that point. His physical resilience had also seen him be target practice for some of the warriors; but it was useful for him as well, to improve his own fighting and learn more about the way the natives fought.

This day, he was just on his way back from helping one of the Sisters with building a couple of new rooms in her dwellings for she had chosen to shelter another sister and her newborn in her home. He felt grimy but it had been useful work and he needed to continuously carve space for himself.

As he reached the nearby stream, he heard cussing and muttering, and quirked a brow at the sight of the other foreigner man who had joined the Clan around the same time. They had exchanged some words a few times; but had rarely interacted much. Kavan saw the bucket with several fishes in it, more than he had expected given the muttering; but Spark was visibly annoyed with the pole and nets.

"I thought for a second that the fish had caught you instead of the other way around," he jested.