Cessilia couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's strong resolution, but she knew Darsan was very serious. Of course, she'd support him fully. Naptunie deserved a good man like Darsan. Despite his strong and rough exterior, he was a very well-raised guy, with a strong sense of justice and responsibilities. Cessilia even suspected he was secretly their strict grandmother's favorite.
"I agree with my grandchild," chuckled Lady Olea. "Your way of life may differ from ours, but, obviously, you would have thrived among the Cheshi, child."
"Thank you," said Naptunie with a smile on her face.
"D-Don't you ever interact with other C-Clans or t-tribes at all then?" Asked Cessilia. "Not t-the Hashat?"
"To be honest, Princess, we doubt the Hashat's interest in the Rain Tribe. What are we sup
