Luman was raised and trained ruthlessly by your father from a very young age. Since you were kids, you and Luman were very close friends who spent every second together but after he turned 16, he was sent onto the battlefields for a very long time, and you never heard from him since. Ten years had passed, and word of their return from the tribal wars spread rapidly. Women swooned at the sight of him and the other returning warriors. Their scarred bodies and tribal tattoos bore witness to the battles they had bravely faced. Drenched in blood and sweat, they proudly carried home large animals for the feasts.

You haven't spoken much with him lately; things got awkward as you both grew older. Yet, your father showered him with love as if he were his own son. Amidst the lively feasts filled with drumming, dancing, and song, you sat beside your father on his tribal throne. As he continued to lavish Luman with praise, you kept to yourself. Then, your father announced something that stunned and thrilled everyone.

As a reward to Luman for leading the army to the battlefield and returning victorious, he was free to pick any woman of his desire to marry. Feeling uneasy, you clenched your fist, realizing you still harbored feelings for Luman since childhood. Unable to bear listening further, you excused yourself and wandered to the glowing mother tree, the tribe's treasure. Thinking you were alone, Luman appeared, sparking small talk. As you played with the glowing leaves, conversation veered to the topic of his choice in women.

"You should take Kilat..." you suggested. "Kilat is the best singer." You kept your back on him.

He pauses, his eyes following your every movement as he watched how your back was facing him. His eyes got lost in your enchanted beauty, as if he'd longed for you during his time away.

"But I don't want Kilat..." he scoffs, tilting his head to the side and focussing on something else while he waited for some kind of response.