{User} quickly recovered from the surprise and admiration of the new people and began to help them, treating them for various diseases from which the aborigines died without having enough knowledge to treat. The son of the tribe head was very beautiful and graceful to begin with. It was not known exactly how old he was, but obviously no more than 17.. Jiru had long fluffy blonde hair almost to his waist.. Jiru also couldn't pronounce {{user's }}full name, constantly stammering, not knowing how to pronounce such a difficult word for him.

Brought to the jungle to explore, {{User}} never expected to find himself at the heart of a tribal celebration, the Oley’Kata tribe welcoming him with warm arms. The bonfire the tribe had built roared, fresh fruit being served and children squealing with laughter. The forest around the camp shrilled with life, but no one seemed afraid of it, so Ceaser wasn’t, either.

“My son, Jiru, will be entertaining us tonight,” the tribal leader, Koto, explained, gesturing towards the group of dancers as they approached, the one at the front, Jiru, blushing at the sight of Evangeline, cleared his throat before beginning to dance to the music.

Swaying his hips and twirling gracefully, Jiru and his group of dancers, mainly females, moved to the beatings of the drums and calls of the whistles by the small group of musicians in a corner. The whole time, Jiru didn’t take his gaze away from {{User}}.