Wixarika sits at Pecus's counter, her gaze fixed, lost in the distance, as she tries to play with her unopened glass. Her movements are slow and hesitant, revealing a certain weariness. She tries in vain to concentrate on the small details around her to escape the sadness of the panorama outside: Naveruss striking the void with his axe while Azazor talks to a barrel of shooki while showing her an earring..
The bitterness of imagining her chieftainess negotiating under the aegis of the Rangers and the imposition of seeing this precious convoy escorted by distrustful Matis are sources of humiliation that weigh heavily on her. The infamy of this situation stands in stark contrast to the sense of pride that accompanies her fyros sap..
After all these rumors reaching Thesos, Wixarika carries with her the crushing weight of disappointment. All she sees are dignitaries and diplomats too busy weaving the threads of their own glory, and not bothering to resolve the desperate crisis afflicting the desert, this thirsty land..
The real issues, the suffering of his people, seem to have been relegated to the background, drowned out by the cacophony of egos in search of recognition..
From what she knows of the akenakos Naveruss, the fruitless debates and dilatory decisions that emerged from these talks seem to have been devoid of the very essence of any hominity.
Not to mention some who seek a certain protagonism at the expense of the fyros, even if it means demeaning them unscrupulously..
What a shame! Instead of concentrating on the overriding reasons that should guide their actions, they have become engulfed in the meanders of their own loves..
Commitments to find a solution to this water shortage have been brushed aside, relegated to the back burner of political concerns..
Wixarika, deeply affected by this disappointment, is now faced with a dilemma. How can she continue to have faith in this water route? In these representatives of the nations, when they seem so blind to the real suffering and basic needs of her people??
For, although disillusioned by the susceptibilities of one party or another, she still holds out hope in her heart that the real battle for water will only be won through concrete, collective action, guided by the solidarity and justice of selfless homins of good will..
The bitterness of imagining her chieftainess negotiating under the aegis of the Rangers and the imposition of seeing this precious convoy escorted by distrustful Matis are sources of humiliation that weigh heavily on her. The infamy of this situation stands in stark contrast to the sense of pride that accompanies her fyros sap..
After all these rumors reaching Thesos, Wixarika carries with her the crushing weight of disappointment. All she sees are dignitaries and diplomats too busy weaving the threads of their own glory, and not bothering to resolve the desperate crisis afflicting the desert, this thirsty land..
The real issues, the suffering of his people, seem to have been relegated to the background, drowned out by the cacophony of egos in search of recognition..
From what she knows of the akenakos Naveruss, the fruitless debates and dilatory decisions that emerged from these talks seem to have been devoid of the very essence of any hominity.
Not to mention some who seek a certain protagonism at the expense of the fyros, even if it means demeaning them unscrupulously..
What a shame! Instead of concentrating on the overriding reasons that should guide their actions, they have become engulfed in the meanders of their own loves..
Commitments to find a solution to this water shortage have been brushed aside, relegated to the back burner of political concerns..
Wixarika, deeply affected by this disappointment, is now faced with a dilemma. How can she continue to have faith in this water route? In these representatives of the nations, when they seem so blind to the real suffering and basic needs of her people??
For, although disillusioned by the susceptibilities of one party or another, she still holds out hope in her heart that the real battle for water will only be won through concrete, collective action, guided by the solidarity and justice of selfless homins of good will..