Masha was tired.
Standing guard outside Ikchahp's hut, while Kalya indulged her violence all night had her exhausted. Leading Yamash back home, and getting him laid back down was always a chore-- She had to practically carry him, as he did not move his limbs voluntarily anymore. He didnt really do anything anymore. He kind of just... was. She continued to care for him though. Kalya insisted he would never come back, but she couldn't... She couldn't write off her younger brother like that. -- However, she managed, and was content that he was safe, and comfortable, back in her hut. Her role as a caretaker had excluded her from the hunt, and when the hunters returned heavily injured, she was glad of that fact. All the same, she was immediately put to work when they returned.
A sizeable number of very large prisoners, including a terrifying, monstrously huge spider, and a wizened old tall-one that stank of being a treeman (and his rummage-gut 'companion', in addition to a run-of-the mill male tall-one, a long-ear, a bug-girl, and a large green skinned one, had been dragged up in some of the most curious boats she had ever seen. She had never seen mushrooms of that kind grow so large before. She wondered if it was the madness of the forest at work, or if the treeman had done it-- That kind of mushroom usually just got to the size of a hand, and no larger-- These were nearly the size of a hut.
The net-makers had their work cut out for them, as they quickly tied an intricate but heavy mesh around the giant spider, bound the rummage-gut they had brought back with them (EVERYONE commented on how it stank of the treeman. It was a very hot gossip item. The universal consensus was that the treeman they had captured was clearly a deviant of the most perverted kind-- Stories of how the rummage-gut seemed to have reciprocated emotional attachments only made the gossip saucier), and then lashed the others to trees between the village and the lake. The thought was that if the lakelord came, it would eat them first, and give the village plenty of time to mobilize, even with the injured. The chief had given orders that he wanted to question them when they woke, before attending to the management of treating the injured-- The healers had their work cut out for them, it seemed-- and supplies needed to be gathered and distributed to assure prompt treatment.
And then there she was-- Her, and 9 others, some with children at home, were stuck watching the captured tall-ones, to monitor and report should they wake, or cause trouble.
The tall green-skinned one seemed alarmingly compliant; having never been actually put to sleep with the sleepspores, but being completely compliant with being bound, and lashed in place. --A very curious thing indeed. It had not said much this entire time, just silently watching and complying wordlessly to the demands of the netmakers and guards.
It was well after the sun had risen, and the long-ear had started to stir, that he finally found his tongue, and asked what was to be done with them.
YOU ANSWER QUESTIONS.
she responded curtly. She did not trust tall-ones, and certainly not ones that cavorted with treemen. She had lost far too many of her clan to the raids of the treemen, as they rounded them up, and hauled them deeper into the woods. For weeks, the sounds of screams echoing through the mists was relentless-- then silence. Scouts reported that the treemen had forced them to drink something, and had tied them up--- and that they had died frothing at the mouth, vomiting, screaming, and tearing their own flesh trying to get away. Ever since they had turned, the treemen had been ruthless and systematically cruel-- No-one was safe. That these creatures were in the company of a not-yet-changed, worried her terribly. What sinister and sick plot were the treemen up to now? Well-- The chief would find out. If not him, DEFFINITELY Kalya. Ever since she escaped from the child-one with her brother (what was left of him), she had been ... eager... to mete out cruelty and punishment for anyone and anything even remotely connected to either the treemen, or the child-one. The big-thing tied up at Ikchahp's house being the most recent recipient of her rage.
She worried for her friend. She worried for the village.
CHIEF SAY HE WANT ASK WHEN YOU WAKE--
IAYA-- GO GET CHIEF. GREEN ONE READY TALK.
One of the attending guards nodded in acceptance, then strode off almost gracefully over the mudflat and toward the village.
NOW-- *I* ASK-- WHY YOU GO WITH TREEMAN? WHAT YOU PLAN? ANSWER.
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