MissBelikov
So someone had talked about governments and all that? That was good... Shaka had almost no clue on how to run anything much less a land! But he knew they needed leaders, strong people to keep the Obans from walking over them again.
He paused in his weeding when she asked that last questions. He was silent for a bit but continued to weed after a brief pause.
"Five... six years?" He mused to himself. Oba hadn't had winters for him to count... not really. "I got taken before I started really growing... and it'd been about 5 seasons of wet over there." It seemed longer. The time he'd spent as a slave overshadowing his much younger and brighter years.
He looked up at her, a shadow in his eyes. "Lemme put it this way. I was being sent of to a... reeducation place. Where they would break me or kill me. That ought to tell you how my time there was." He'd never bent, never stopped trying to escape. Always back talking, always pushing. If he hadn't... he was afraid he'd become those shadows of matori who had no spirit, no light in their eyes.
Then he sighed and shook his head, making his pony tail snap. "Sorry. Ah oughtent say that. Shouldn't snap at you. It was bad. Painful. Dark. Gloomy. Thats about it. No good memories, nothing nice. Just periods of less work."
Well.. since she'd asked... "What about ye?"