Halldóra the Courageous
Alvar the Guardian Slave
The Children of Earth pushed on, marching on the grounds until they halted at the Celtic lands. The area was engulfed by forests, and with forests there are animals, and with enough animals there is a feast.
"Alvar," Halldora called her slave in their tongue.
"Starvation not today, command our brothers to rest their packs and venture out to hunt. The Celtic lands are plenty in forests, they must be with animals. With good aim we shall bear full bellies."
"Yes, sister," he confirmed with a bow of his head as he turned around and shouted the command of Halldora,
"Sister and leader, Halldora, has ordered us brothers to rest our packs and journey out to hunt. Let us brothers raise our spears and sword, let our arrows fly into the flesh of these animals gifted to us."
In the tradition of the Children of Earth, the men hunt. It is a service the men give the ladies for the women are the ones who must bear the pain of birthing children. Though men hold no greater purpose than women, no a female lead, Halldora has proven it. She slung down her possessions as she sat on a tree stump. She glanced at the trees and soil, it seemed perfect the temperature was not chilling however not boiling. But she believed not to settle there, no she must do of what she promised her father.
After about an hour the men returned with deer, elk, raccoon, various birds, and wild boar. Alvar returned with a smile grasping an elk, he spoke, "We are plenty, sister. This may be paradise."
"Do not expect paradise to throw itself at us."
"Yes, master."
Alvar was rather disappointed of being acknowledge that they were not going to settle there, though he was relieved of her decision after discovering that other tribes have settled. And he was also joyful knowing that Halldora was true to her promise.
"Who are they?" questioned Alvar.
"The Celtics," answered Halldora.