Stingray
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Kivir didn't walk with many of the Gold Tribe members during the journey through the wastes. Instead he walked in the back with the slowest of the Alpha Alliance members, many of which still had unhealed wounds. He assisted in helping the weakest through the wastes, carrying those who needed it, sharing his few rations with those who needed the extra strength, and tending the wounds of others. Despite him being well trained to fight he was more at peace when he was tending the wounds of others. To Kivir the desert was home… in a desert is where he had lived after leaving his master. He found the harshness of the sun and sand a test of one's will and body. At the same time the vast nothingness in the desert made meditation ideal.
Despite his strength in the desert environment by the time they had arrived at the ruins he was exhausted. Never before did he share his strength with another in such harshness, and he had discovered in this aspect he was weak. He would have to continue to work hard to strength himself so he would have more strength to assist others in times of trial.
Seeing his assumption on the letter was wrong Kivir was relieved, and he tried to move up to Vigil to apologize, but the excitement around the arriving Gold Tribe members prevented him from doing so. When all the other Gold Tribe members headed off for the feast Kivir could not join them. He was just considered some Alpha Alliance recruit, and so he ate bland but filling rations along with most of the lower ranking Alpha Alliance soldiers and civilians. However this was what Kivir wanted… he was here to serve… not be served. His master had been correct about the Gold Tribe, he had seen how some of the members clearly held themselves higher than the common soldier. Their titles brought them glory and they basked in it and held it for others to see.
Kivir shook his head to clear his thoughts after finishing his meal, and walked over the medical tent. There he asked to help in any way he could. At first he was only allowed to do minor tasks, like fetch things for doctors, or clean up messes. He did this without complaint, but as the night went on he was slowly allowed to tend to sick and wounded soldiers and civilians as many of the doctors had to retire for the evening. Kivir did not sleep much that night, but once he did allow himself to rest he quickly fell asleep with a clear mind. He had worked long into the night helping others and that put his heart at ease as he drifted off to sleep remembering a quote from his master: "Remember Kivir, Service to others always comes before one self… One who is strong should always lend ones strength to the weak so they too can be strong."
Despite his strength in the desert environment by the time they had arrived at the ruins he was exhausted. Never before did he share his strength with another in such harshness, and he had discovered in this aspect he was weak. He would have to continue to work hard to strength himself so he would have more strength to assist others in times of trial.
Seeing his assumption on the letter was wrong Kivir was relieved, and he tried to move up to Vigil to apologize, but the excitement around the arriving Gold Tribe members prevented him from doing so. When all the other Gold Tribe members headed off for the feast Kivir could not join them. He was just considered some Alpha Alliance recruit, and so he ate bland but filling rations along with most of the lower ranking Alpha Alliance soldiers and civilians. However this was what Kivir wanted… he was here to serve… not be served. His master had been correct about the Gold Tribe, he had seen how some of the members clearly held themselves higher than the common soldier. Their titles brought them glory and they basked in it and held it for others to see.
Kivir shook his head to clear his thoughts after finishing his meal, and walked over the medical tent. There he asked to help in any way he could. At first he was only allowed to do minor tasks, like fetch things for doctors, or clean up messes. He did this without complaint, but as the night went on he was slowly allowed to tend to sick and wounded soldiers and civilians as many of the doctors had to retire for the evening. Kivir did not sleep much that night, but once he did allow himself to rest he quickly fell asleep with a clear mind. He had worked long into the night helping others and that put his heart at ease as he drifted off to sleep remembering a quote from his master: "Remember Kivir, Service to others always comes before one self… One who is strong should always lend ones strength to the weak so they too can be strong."