"Rift?" asked Minako.
"Plate tectonics," said Ami. "The African and Arabic tectonic plates are moving apart, which brings earthquakes and other ecological problems to this region. It stretches from Beqaa valley in Lebanon in the North to -"
"Can I take my question back?" asked Minako, eyes glazing over.
"There's also several other problems developing in the local weather, with causes as diverse as the Himalayas and the changing coastal currents," said Setsuna. "There are reasons that mankind may have started here, but civilization rose elsewhere."
"So if we're gonna start up, we go somewhere else?" asked Usagi. "Taking them?"
Senshi glanced towards the twelve tribesfolk.
"Huh?" said a sleeping boy, waking up and discovering he was on someone's lap. "AGGHH! Sorrysorrysorry."
One-Eye had been the old leader back when they'd lived in the Cleft. It had been a good life, where they could venture out and hunt and gather - then return to the area with the sacred waterfall that provided safety and water to drink.
One-Eye had been old and sick when Big Stick had challenged him. One-Eye died and his parts were eaten by Big Stick to make him stronger and leader of the tribe.
The sacred waterfall had begun drying up soon after that. The hunting and gathering had begun getting poorer. The waterfall slowed to a trickle during the dry months, and Scar-Face was prowling. The Cleft had no longer been safe, and five of the people had died before the decision was made to leave the Cleft and find a new hunting ground.
Big Stick had led the four hands and fist of people forward, and by the time they had found the stone igloo their number had gone to two hands and three.
Now they were two hands and two. Big Stick was on his own.
Or they were more, if you considered the Others.
Copperhair was clever, while Grass-weaver was the most thoughtful, and Rock-thrower was the best in finding smooth rocks that she could throw hard. Little Pecker was a short male who enjoyed small berries.
The Others were curiously smooth of face, thin of build, hairless except a few areas, and they had some furs which were very odd indeed. None of the Tribe wore furs, the day was warm after all, and so looked at these furs as being quite strange.
Now these Others made their odd speech and seemed to be scratching things into the dirt.
Small Club tried to edge closer to see.
"So where do we go from here?" asked Minako. "It's not like there's a corner market anywhere."
There were various considering looks, but when it came together the decision was:
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