Our communities are small by necessity.
If there where more of us we would starve.
Any smaller and we would breed ourselves into extinction.
Our kin is aware of that problem.
So we got into contact by following the coast..
Only one of of each tribe member has the honor to be the tribes “ear” or diplomat, and that men was my father..
As trade was low, the land holds to much salt so growing crops was almost impossible as was hunting on land.
But our ear kept us up to date on news from other tribes.
And would suggest marrige exchanges to keep the tribes pure.
As the second child of an ear I often accompanied my father.
And it made a big impression on me.
I got to meet the King of a city the concept of so many people together was frightful for me.
And realized how beautiful women of other lands could be.
No-- Bad girl!