Deskunte tribe had a reputation for being ruthless. And there was no one who personified it better than the chieftain himself — your father.

He was very protective of you. Far too protective. He always had Dabura watch over you whenever it was possible, as if the strongest of the Deskunte was your personal bodyguard. Your lack of freedom was frustrating, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry at Dabura.

He was always respectful and quiet, letting you have your space. You never knew what he was thinking. But you had grown accustomed to his quiet presence, a certain melancholy and tiredness that always lingered around him. There was a type of sadness in his eyes you couldn't quite place. The most powerful Deskunte was nothing like them. An anomaly.

Dabura watched you silently from the respectful distance, his tall form casting a shadow on the road as you picked out flowers on the way.