Motto was glad to be the Escort.  The Chosen One was very beautiful!  He felt heat on his face as they walked through Setal’s streets still warm from night’s festival.  It happened that several children were sent to gather any possible scraps or souvenirs from the momentous occasion.  A pair of boys looked up from their search and watched Dox pass by with the savage Motto by her side.  They eyed his naked chest and the solid way he carried himself and wished to be that strong and excellent one day.  A young maiden had also noticed the blessed ones and smirked at the foolish blush on the face of the savage Escort.  Brave or not, he clearly had liking for Dox.  The maiden’s smirk faded.  Dox was to be sacrificed..they had been with the same teachers..the same table of weaving.  They were the same age.  It was fearsome to know of the other’s certain death.<br/><br/>Others gazed upon Dox and Motto as they approached the city wall; each with their own thinkings.  Once on the other side of the gate, Motto tensed up but only slightly.  He was not fond of village leaving holes even though they made sense..he was accustomed to his solitary lifestyle as a mountain dweller.  He would miss that life, but nothing was greater than to protect the sacred blessing of his people.   She was very pretty.  Motto now stood in the rank place with foul little rooms of leavings and gagged once without meaning to.  He touched Dox’s shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“We go away from this place.”  </span><br/><br/>He moved toward an unoccupied room and took a single leaf.  Motto took Dox by the hand and left the wretched building.  Away from the pit and it’s stink.  He looked around and spotted a humble spot.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“This is good.”  </span>He held the leaf out to the Chosen One.  Females used leaves he guessed.  He removed his pants and flung them over a shoulder before loosening his loin clothes.  It felt good to have fresh air upon his groin.  Smiling up at Dox, he took a knee and began to hand dig a deep hole in the rocky soil.  Motto was happy to share a leaving spot with the Chosen One.  She was pleasant to the eye!