Day 027: Rights Of A Bandrona
Summary: Britt speaks to Indra about granting one more right to the Skaikru Ambassador and her party.
Date: 24 June 2016
Related: Hail Mary - Indra Introductions
Britt Indra 

Indra's War-camp
Between Tondc and the Delinquent Camp
27 Days After Landing

True to her word, Britt is. She told Indra that she would heed her call to arms. A little prompting from an old war buddy has hastened that eventuality. She's dressed for war now, with a reinforced leather vest, bracers, and a battle-stocked quiver and bow on her back. Having looked around to find out where Indra went, she now waits, hoping to catch the kruheda briefly before she goes back to the meeting place.

Indra was annoyed before, and now she's rather pissed, although also pretty obviously trying to calm down. Slowly, she uncurls her fists, blowing out a breath as she stalks back toward where the Delinquents have been left. Spotting Britt, she stops to speak with the other woman, "<In Trigedasleng> Sometimes, it feels as if the younger someone is, the stupider they are. Were we ever that stupid?" The nod back the way she came suggests she's not talking about the Skaikru, or not entirely.

Britt smirks at Indra's remark. "<In Trigedasleng> I don't remember that far back," she demurs. "<In Trigedasleng> But I certainly hope not." She shakes her head, then says more seriously, "<In Trigedasleng> I am leaving with Erson's group soon. They are off to join the advance party near Coesbur." Erson is one of the older warriors, about their age - the old friend of Britt's. "<In Trigedasleng> May I speak with you for just a moment before I go?"

"<In Trigedasleng> None of us would have survived if we were." Indra shakes her head, then lets the talk of idiot youngins be set aside, nodding at Britt's mention of her upcoming deployment, "<In Trigedasleng> Good. I want to keep the Skaikru away from Coesbur if they decide to flee that way." Her features harden, "<In Trigedasleng> Oxfor has already been evasive enough. I see no reason to push him into action none of us want him to take." And then she nods to Britt's request, falling silent so the other woman can speak.

"<In Trigedasleng> That's wise," is all Britt says about the Oxfor issue, her mouth tightening into a grim line. When Indra gives her leave to speak, there's a brief hesitation. Uncharacteristic from the normally-confident archer, but then she's not normally in the habit of making unusual requests of the clan chief. After a moment, she lifts her chin resolutely and says, "<In Trigedasleng> Kruheda, even if the negotiations with the Skaikru bandrona do not sway you from war —" A very distinct possibility in Britt's mind. "<In Trigedasleng> I would ask…" There her throat bobs perceptibly. "Let them return to their camp. I know they are not part of the Coalition - not entitled to safe passage. But they showed their courage in coming here to negotiate in good faith, even knowing they might be killed. Let us show them our honor by returning them safely to their people. Even if it is only to face a battle."

Indra considers the request for a long moment, then nods, "<In Trigedasleng> I'll see them returned to their people. That may be to captivity, or to fleeing survivors, but I'll see them returned to their people." The scar-faced woman nods again, as if confirming the decision in her mind, "<In Trigedasleng> Yes. They showed courage in coming here. Perhaps not sense, they are young, after all, but courage."

Britt nods, relief flitting across her face. "<In Trigedasleng> Yes, well, they are not so different from our Seconds in that way." There's a glance back at the warriors that pissed Indra off earlier, then back to the clan chief. "<In Trigedasleng> Thank you, kruheda. Unless you needed me for anything else, I should go find Erson."

"<In Trigedasleng> Except that they have no teachers to guide them away from the stupidity of youth." Indra shakes her head, looking up for a moment as she grumbles, "<In Trigedasleng> Idiots." Then she looks back to Britt, "<In Trigedasleng> Nothing else. Good hunting."

"<In Trigedasleng> Perhaps we could do something about that, if they live long enough," Britt offers idly, before inclining her head and turning to go.

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