They were down on their luck. Alone, empty, incomplete. When they met, everything changed. She found someone who would love her regardless of how much of a free spirit she became. He found someone who would not be intimidated by his needy clinginess. This is love. This is their euphoria.

Ousted by the stone idols of a fallen tribe, the remnants of both Agrillan tribes remained covetous of their homeland. Progress shifted towards malice, and constructs such as these were a result. Simple in design, deadly in execution. It came wearing a toothy grin on its face and carrying a belly full of fire. They were meant to be expended, but they were beyond precious – made from some of the last meager resources the tribes could pull together. They should have entangled the idols with chain, hook, and magnetic clasp. But they were changed by the spiritual discord of the land, became autonomous. and the homeland slipped farther from the people’s grasp.

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Of course, a kid will understand that these are rumours and are totally in contrary to the Drago they just saw. Bushie might feel he was duped, however.