[Dancing Steef]

this is jus' the first part of the continuation, but I'll update the story again tomorrow when I get time, but for now here's the twelvth chapter of me story, enjoy...


Chapter twelve: Moving on



Next morning the Grubb woke up early to pack her stuff before Stranger, he was only in the way even if he jus’ was a young Steef and smaller than the other ones she have met, he took almost up the whole place in the room. She packed down all her things in her rucksack and sat down on her bed a bit tired. It didn’t take long before Stranger woke up as well, out rested and ready to leave the village to face new adventures.

- …You slept well, he asked through a wide yawn.
- Yeah I did and I woke up earlier this time to fix our package, the Grubb answered as she climbed down from the bed.
- That’s great, Stranger said as he rose up from bed and stretched, have you eaten any breakfast yet?
- Nope, I wanted to wait for you so we could eat together like we did as old times…

Stranger smiled at his friend. He hadn’t have eaten breakfast with her for a long time – not alone with her - he’d been busy doing other things with Hunter during the last days after “the fake fight” against Maki. All of a sudden it knocked on the door and a voice spoke:
- Stranger? Grubb? Are you in there?

They both recognized the voice and the Grubb opened the door. There he stood dressed and ready to set out for his new destination, Maki who’d never left the village before was a bit anxious, though it wasn’t only the trip he was worrying ‘bout, but how to choose a wife. Now that was a hard thing to face, a really hard thing to face.

- Maki? What are you doing here, the Grubb asked.
- Err, I jus’ wondered if you guys wanted to eat together with me… uhm and talk, Maki said quite embarrassed.
- Sure, three’s better than two, the Grubb said as she turned to Stranger, right Stranger?
- Of course you can eat with us – it’s no problem at all, Stranger said as he smiled some more.

Later on when they all three had eaten their breakfast, Maki start telling them about his “Dilemma”.
- I don’t know why my father wants me to get married; I’m too young and feel I’m not ready…yet.
- Then why don’t you jus’ tell your father you don’t want to? I mean he can’t make you do it, at least you got your own life and you need to take care of yourself, the Grubb explained.
- Back at the old times, when his father and his fathers were leaders, they all had something in common and that was to get married before becoming leaders. This rule or invention was made by my great, great, great grandfather. He had father that didn’t care about him that much – till his last day came. The son known as Yocka didn’t know what he was about to do until one of the Elders, the Steefs personal guides came to him and said ‘if you really don’t know what to do, do at least what your father did’. At first he didn’t know what the Elder meant, but after some thinking he figured it out.
- Did he found a partner then?
- He certainly did, but it did take a long time. Anyway so… when a father tells his son to get married then it’s a good advice he shares and I don’t want to miss the chance when I ever get it, but now’s not the right time.
- My father once told me to get married, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t care about to get married but then I was too lazy and was like you – not interested at all. But know I do regret my choice, Stranger sighed, I don’t know if I can get married now – I lost my tribe and one rule I know is that a member of a tribe shall marry one from the same and only tribe. Everything else is or was forbidden.

Maki’s eyes went wide and he began to feel ashamed.
- I’m sorry for that…but, he began, maybe there is anyone for you out there as well. I mean at least you deserve a second chance after all you’ve been through.
- You think so, Stranger asked.
- Of course, everyone has to get a second chance – even if they had thrown their first in to the dustbin.
- Thanks, Friend. I’ll remember those words; Stranger said with a smile on his lips and laid his hand on Maki’s shoulder.


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~DS~