Welcome back, gang. I main reason for writing Evabon stories without Gard was to go more into Evabon culture. At first I wasn't even going to gives Gard's race a name but I ultimately did because I felt that it made him less generic. I ultimately decided to create more Evabon characters to explore the race more. I wanted to give them a culture, make them more connected to the elements, which you can see a bit of if you look closely, they are closer to nature than some. Actually if you've actually paid attention closely you'll notice that there is a bit of an earth motif with them, some of them are more subtle than others. Anyway this chapter is more to show how simple the evabon are.
Art
As Sothap ran after the monkeys, he stopped. There was a reason to this. As he kneeled down and looked at some sand on the floor of the tomb he heard someone coming up behind him. Quickly he started to rub the sand on himself. He stood up, the sand on himself causing him to look ghostly. As Tygra and Cheetara appeared Sothap's eyes nearly closed. He wasn't happy and his eyes always nearly closed when he wasn't happy.
Tygra and Cheetara didn't say anything. Just the look on his face, starring at them from nearly closed eyes. They understood how he was just from that look. Sothap nodded and gestured for them to follow him.
As they followed Cheetara looked at the markings on the tomb walls. They telling a story but she unfortunately had no time to look at them.
They came to a bridge and as they crossed to the burial chamber, Tygra looked down. He saw a vast network of passages. It seemed that the tombs were nothing more but caves initially, caves that had been turned into caves through the artistic skill of the evabon. When Tygra had been in Balor's village he saw that they were more artists than anything, naturalistic, with strong connections to the earth. Tygra could only wonder what could have caused such artistic creatures to become more war-like. He started to worry that his people's arrival on Third Earth had caused this. Gard had never given much information on his people's history. Tygra couldn't have helped but think that the evabon might have at one point been the perfect race: peaceful, artistic, less willing to change the land around them. Even after he had been told the reason for Gard's exile, he had trouble believing it. Draba, the slave he had met had him convinced that evabon couldn't be violent but after seeing Thomeheb he was so confused.
They finally reached the burial chamber. WilyKit had described the cave that Thomeheb had brought her to: a mushroom cave lighted by glowworms and fireflies. It was so simple. The body had a blanket of moss over it. Marcius, Sothap had called the one buried here. How could anyone treat these people so artistic, so naturalistic so simple… like this? Why would anyone steal from their dead?