Through Never:
Chapter Three:
Tribal Differences
"I'm Vonnskel! But most people call me Vonn," He said. "It's nice to meet you two," I replied.
Shinara's gaze never left me, it was intimidating. "So, do you want to share a meal with us?" Vonn asked. "Oh, I'm not sure if she'll like it though. We don't eat a lot of meat," Shinara said snarkily. But then I noticed she looked down a tad... She must have realized what tone of voice she had used and felt ashamed. "Oh, don't worry, I've taken a small liking to Round Corn. But I better be moving, I want to make it to the Mine of Cathurgies before sundown," I replied trying to hold the best spirits as possible, but I could tell she didn't like me. It was a shame too, so many people shun not just me, but our entire race, never knowing who we really are. "I see. But Shinara and I were planning on heading there too and-" Shinara cut him off, "Oh, Vonn, she's already planning on going there. Let's just go to Mushroom Forest instead." I could see some indignation flare in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it. I could see I wasn't quite wanted. "Well I best be going! Good luck! I hope you find myrrh in due time!" I said. "Thanks! Good luck to you as well! We'll meet up on the road sometime anyway! In fact, we could mail every once in a while!" Vonn said enthusiastically. I nodded and was off. I didn't want to tell him I couldn't read very well. In Leuda, most things were taught by passing on of stories and legends. Although, no one, except the Elder, spoke ancient Selkic anymore, and the Elder only knew a few phrases. But, never mind being not being able to read the letters how was I supposed to write a reply.
"Vonnskel, what were you thinking!?!" Shinara snapped. "What's so wrong about being friendly?" I retorted. Shinara was so set in the old ways Mother and Father had drilled into her. "I just don't like the looks of her! She looks like trouble!" Shinara said harshly. "Why do you say that! We don't even know her that well," I replied trying to keep my temper under control. Shinara was quick to judge, but she only did this because she was very protective. "Don't you ever hear about what Selkies do! They steal and I heard some of the women sell themselves," She stated curtly. "But how do you know that it's entirely true?" I said. She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and sighed, "You never value what history has taught us." "Shinara, you only think you know better than me because you're two years older," I said bluntly. "Exactly, you foolish nineteen year old. You probably only wanted to say something to her because you're at the age where you think every girl is attractive," She responded. "Maybe, you're too set in the ways of Mother and Father to form an opinion for yourself," I replied. "Anyway, we might not see her again at all this year for all we know," I said. Shinara nodded and smiled a bit. She then entered into the caravan and I knew what she was probably doing, writing to her beloved Lyedyn. I didn't mind Lyedyn, he was like the older brother I was never graced enough to have. I just disliked how she fawned over him, agreeing with everything he said. Honestly, I wish she'd write Mother Father and Uncle Zydel. They cared about her as well.
Uncle Zydel and I were alike, we both hated judging people. Shinara, although she profusely denies it, is superstitious like Mother. Always judging people by the vibes the get when they first see them. Sometimes, they won't even need a vibe, they'll simply judge on race.
I rubbed my hand through my blonde hair, and ate a small snack. I hope her quest, and every other caravan's quest, is filled with good fortune