More and more people came to watch. Metalla still looked as though she was about to explode. No one came to fix the issue.
"Are we being looked down on?" someone asked in the pack-link.
That one sentence brought a sea of conversation. They were disgruntled. No matter whether they were a large tribe or not, many of them were stronger than everyone here.
Though some understood bloodline suppression, if the person with the 'superior' bloodline were weaker, then they would ensure that said person was beaten. The tribe leaders hadn't given the go-ahead to do anything, so they only waited.
"No need to be upset. Let's wait and see what they do." Visha's soothing voice calmed the tribe.
Watching the condor female sputter, while entertaining, was not what they needed right now. This was only the first day of the festival. They wanted to get to their residence, then find a stall to set up.
