All nomadic tribes who joined the new ‘Chaccarn Network’ arrived at their local D’Sev-run trade port this past month for the great signing of the Baollucia Accord. Baollucia is a beloved ancestor who lead a campaign of terror against relgi slavers. He was supposedly one of the main inspirations for developing the city of Foregone and handing off slave-capture duties to the cosmopolitan firryans.

As a thousand tribal leaders and their aids boarded ships to the isle Calloucha for the signing, their native tribes stayed in port, mingling, partying, and partaking in all the delights provided by their D’Sev guarantors.

I joined one of these multi-week parties, and if nothing else the D’Sev know how to awe their allies.

There were lines of firryans getting tattoos of 8-sided stars on their foreheads, representing membership in the new Chaccarn Network.

There were scantily clad or nude firryans walking around and dancing with part-time lovers. The horrific millennia of slavery taught the firryans that love is cheap since there’s no telling when a lover could be randomly stolen.

Music played through the nights; feverish melodies played from relatively simply wood and bone instruments. Flutes and drums played in small concerts dotted around the settlement, musicians passing songs from tribe to tribe.

Firryans were cuddling on nearly every shallow-slant rooftop in the settlement, peacefully stargazing.

Dozens of elders would cluster together to tell the young firryans stories of their ancestors, and occasionally it broke into arguments when their old stories didn’t align.

The D’Sev colonists were frequently on the sidelines, minding their own business and passively basking in the work they did to bring the tribes together, but frequently I saw them dragged into the middle of events and celebrations.

Overall, the feel of the festival was bright and hopeful for the future.