Today was the day the new king would be crowned.  The air was buzzing with excitement, people were busy with the preparations for the festivities that would take place later that night.  Tala, much to her frustration, had been given yet another menial job: to prep the food for the feast.<br/>She had tried to argue with her superiors, but with her limited grasp of the native language, Tala was unable to make a very strong verbal argument.<br/>For majority of the day Tala had been peeling and washing assorted roots and vegetables with Isagani at her side, babbling away as only a happy seven year old could.  It was on days like these that she felt like the child and he the elder as he comforted her and tried to teach her the language the clan spoke.  Had it not been for her little cousin, she would have acted on her temper long, long ago.<br/><br/>While she was still struggling with the language, Tala had improved much over the year she had stayed with the clan. She was also grateful they took her and her cousin in and gave them a new life.  They did not trust her yet, but a little condescending glance and suspicious look here and there was nothing compared to what her people went through.<br/><br/>Tala had been sent off to gather more food from the storage area.  When she saw the new human king she had been on her way back with two large woven tray of fruit, one propped on her hip and another on her head.  She carried them well, refusing to show any sign of difficulty to the people around her.<br/>Tala noticed Varic eying her with what she could only guess was a wary stare.  Out of habit she lowered her eyes humbly but could not nod or bow, or whatever was the customary greeting for the king.<br/>"Hello." Tala muttered, she had no idea that she had chosen a very casual greeting.  In her mind she was saying 'good afternoon'.