Summary: The Raven Tribe; Naesala's greatest sin is one that only his countrymen cannot forgive.
Notes: Naesala sure is getting a swelled head with all this attention, isn't he? Too bad it's because I'm being somewhat mean to him.
Winter Is Coming
The raven laguz were often called the worst of the laguz. They did their best to make a profit from everything, they lied and schemed for the highest bidder of the moment, and they had the loosest morals of any laguz tribe.
The Lion King ignored them, the Hawk King sneered at them, and the Dragon King scolded them.
The beorc of Crimea had nothing to do with them, the beorc of Daein would hunt them, and the beorc of Begnion would alternatively hunt them, sell them, or deal with them.
But they didn't care. They had pride and morals of their own, and if no one else on this world understood that, than that was fine.
The raven tribe was proud of their current king, pleased with how he led them and what he did. They weren't happy about slaughtering the hawk tribe, but their king had assured them that he had a good reason and that had been enough. Their king never lied to them, after all.
After the war, when King Naesala explained why he did what they did, their hearts went out to him. He had done everything to protect them, even becoming king and following the demands of the Begnion Senate so as to keep them safe and alive.
And then, just when they were all willing to do anything for their king, just so that he would stay with them and not be killed by someone who didn't, couldn't, understand why he'd done what he had, King Naesala had announced his resignation. He had told them that the bird tribes were going to live together in Serenes Forest so as to overcome their differences. The Empress of Begnion had promised and the heron tribe had begged and the Hawk King had decreed, and the Raven King had relented and accepted the inevitable with a great deal more grace than had been expected of him.
"You'll be happy under Tibarn," Naesala promised. "He won't treat any of you any better or worse than his hawks," Naesala declared. "You'll be happy and safe under him, and you won't have to worry about pirating for a living," Naesala decreed.
And so the raven tribe moved in with the hawk tribe and the heron tribe, but their (former) king left them. He left to try and atone for what he saw as his bitterest sins, just when his tribe had truly given him their hearts and minds.
It was going to be a long, hard time trying to get over this greatest, most unintentional, failing of Naesala's.