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“Watch Me, I want you to meet someone.”

Watch Me looked up from admiring his masked reflection in a still pond, glancing behind him at Prize. The female Acha was wearing her usual scowl, though this time it was matched by a determined lift of her head. The Kiokote peered behind her to the forms of two waiting Kimeti.

“Oh…?” He inquired slowly; pretty sure he was not going to like how this conversation turned out.

He waited.

“They are joining the tribe.”

There it was.

“Not as performers.” He replied quickly, nodding apologetically to the Kimeti. “No offense intended of course, but you are only Kimeti.”

Prize did not look pleased. “We need more diversity.”

“We have diversity.” All his Acha were unique.

… magnificent lover of Acha. Watch Me mentally finished Thunder’s first cut off sentence, his expression past the mask one of mild concern. The Kimeti doe seemed riled up about the exclusion, but there really wasn’t any help for it. They simply weren’t Acha.

He cleared his throat, nodding his head towards the clearly much more well-behaved doe. “Indeed. You can endeavor to work towards such a goal.” He gave her an indulgent smile. “In the meantime, I’m sure the troupe will greatly value your assistance.”

... shenanigans. He finished off the next one, refusing to look at Prize throughout the exchange. “Well then, I’m sure Prize can get you settled.”

Prize gave Watch Me a look that promised they would talk about this later (a look he pointedly ignored by turning completely around) and then turned to the two Kimeti. “I will get you settled then.” The result was the best she could have expected. The Kiokote was stubborn and progress would be slow, but she was certain that given time she could get a non-Acha performer onto the stage.

Prize led the two does away from Watch Me and towards where much of the tribe was currently located, her head held high. She did not saw a word, merely gave a nod and grim smile to her Kimeti companions.

In time she would wear Watch Me down and he would see her point of view. The troupe could only be its best if they learnt how to accept their kindred. The challenge of making Watch Me see past his bias was one she would readily take on. She was so very sick of Acha.

Prize cast a sideways look at Thunder and Fall. This would be interesting indeed.