FFM Day 7 2017The truce meeting was doomed from the start.Despite being neighbors, the Wasteland and Valley tribes had never gotten along. Wastelanders were survivalists, tight-knit yet paranoid, wispy yet resilient, and practically allergic to the dark. Valley, on the other hand, embodied the very element of shadow. Strong. Restless. Swift, sure, and underestimated. And also blinded by the sun.Needless to say, Chief Renlo and King Geoffrey had had some difficulty agreeing on a time to meet.Geoffrey watched with a skeptical brow as his counterpart, carrying a flag of truce and accompanied by two cavalrymen, rode towards the line where sands met stone. Renlo halted his bodyguards some several yards back, dismounted, and cleared the remaining distance between him and Geoffrey on foot."You made it," said Geoffrey. "How disappointing."Renlo maybe frowned - "maybe," because Geoffrey couldn't see little details like that in the grayish glow of twilight. "Excuse me for taking an interest in a brighter
Tides of Change -FFM 2017, Day 2-Cards laid strewn across the table, betraying Cascadean’s undeniable defeat. Princess looked prince straight in the eye and pouted."Why do you always win?" Cascadean cried, throwing her arms up into the air.Her brother laughed, collecting his colorful “spoils”— a pile of seashell chips. “I know you. You’re so easy to read,” he said with a smile. The smile wavered. "Father, on the other hand…"——Stars flickered across the sky, the only ones privy to the meeting that night. Sister looked brother straight in the eye, her gaze asking - no, pleading - for an answer."Why are you betraying the Tribe?" Cascadean demanded, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.Her brother reached for her hand. “I can't keep supporting this conquest Father started. The bloodshed must stop.""You're being stupid. You know what I have to do next.""I know you," he said. "You'll do the right thing. Now that you're Queen…"