As a tough, no-nonsense, skilled warrior - she had had little "frippery" in her life. Sure she knew about boys. She knew what went where, and why, and what could happen. There were things about living in a mostly agrarian village that made such things known at a fairly early age. The males of her own Tribe and her village had never really gotten her interest.
When she'd been fourteen, she'd experimented with same-sex pairings simply to see if that was how her tastes went. Certainly other girls seemed to be something less confusing. That had gone well for a time, then broken up rather badly.
She'd re-dedicated herself to the fighting arts after that. An ice maiden who could be coldly brutal and efficient when it was necessary.
"Hmmph, it appears when he is in this mode, he can see clearly," said a voice, breaking off Meia's confused search of her feelings.
"Elder?" asked Meia, seeing Vivian Magno had approached and was standing a few meters away.
"Out of all the village girls, he chose you," said Vivian, and nobody there could tell if she was being serious or not at the moment. She had been known to be mischievous from time to time, often in elaborate manners. "He saw past the walls you've erected around yourself, and he's seen the caring child you once were."
"I've grown up and I'm not that naive anymore," said Meia, not noticing that her hands were continuing to stroke and pet the boy in her lap. "I'm a warrior now."
"Hmph," hmphed Vivian. "Warrior or not, this is something innate in our nature. We are Tribals, and our Tribe is Nekomimi."
"So?" asked Meia.
"Try to imagine the boy petting you in his lap instead of the other way around," suggested Vivian.
Meia looked down at considered the image briefly. A flush began working its way up her neck to the pale skin of her cheeks. "I... have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'm sure," drily said Vivian, a satisfied tone in her voice despite her words.
"I wanted to be the one with Mister Outsider," complained Dita, peering around the corner and pouting.
"Pai check!" said a young catgirl as she took several photographs.
Barnette did a doubletake as she saw something concerning. "Jura, you've got that worrisome look in your eye."
"Oh, just a few... ideas," purred the leather wearing Tribal.
"That's what worries me," indicated Barnette.
Genma came charging out of the mountain, his secret weapon carried high. He was confident, he was bold, he was ready.
He was tripping on a rock. He was rolling down hill. He was:
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