He has spoken!
The Sylvans talked among themselves for many moments as the elders quickly huddled together to exchange thoughts. Kleu waited patiently as they deliberated. A Weolcen elder stepped forward. "What will become of those we send you?"
"They will not be harmed," Kleu replied. "They will travel with me until they wish to return home. All are welcome to travel with me, but I will take what I can get until you no longer fear me."
"But what if there are too many for you at once?" he asked.
"At your current rate of eleven clans dismissing a handful per hundred years, it would be a comfortably-sized pack to manage. They are your worst offenders, are they not? The others could be easily allowed to travel inside your forests, sent to study with other species, or whatever it is that interests them, and I would appear regularly to offer guidance. Other creatures came quite readily to help you with judging the games, so surely you have some sort of alliance set up between you that could satisfy their curiousities and your desire for safety."
"It might take some time to convince the clans who are not present here today," warned a Falnor elder.
"After explaining the alternative, I imagine not," Kleu chuckled. "So, what say you? Is this not an acceptable compromise? You all get to stay in your homes, your wanderers come with me, and things go back to being more peaceful. Everybody goes away somewhat happy."
The gathered elders talked among themselves once more, at times becoming a bit heated. At length, they finally separated, and each of them nodded.
"Then, it is settled. The games are over, the Nyre kurach have won. Meet their terms and all return to your respective territories. No more of this squabbling nonsense. I will be in touch," Kleu said. He closed his eyes as he bowed his head, and vanished into the forest.
Notes & Commentary
December 7, 2017, Thursday
He has spoken!
I reckon when the big scary batdog gives an order, you follow it. 
Good gravy, my anxiety has been ridiculous lately. Bad enough I had to break out the lavendar candle and play my hour and a half long Nordic Ambient Music track after everybody else went to bed. Which got rid of the anxiety and replaced it with a burning desire to do martial arts for an hour. Then I got a sharp headache and was really sleepy. When I get to move into a more rural area, I will definitely be having either a home gym or private dojo. That kind of exertion does wonders for my stability.
On the bright side, finally got to do a DNA test! And thus find some potential causes for the unexplainable anxiety. I am a mutant. Rawr~ Although, seriously, getting the health report from Promethease was incredibly helpful. I'll be picking it apart for months. (Warrior gene, booyah!) It would also seem I'm a bigger mutt than previously established, if the ancestry part can be trusted. But, it makes me feel more strongly Appalachian since now I know I got a little bit of everybody here in my blood. 
Characters - Kleu -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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