Practice Wouldn't Hurt [Invite]

It had taken her a while to get off of the islands she'd crashed her pod nearby, and onto one of the larger landmasses of this idyllic world. After the sixth run in with one of the local aquatic life forms that had tried to eat her, Cambia resolved to try and figure out how the heck to fly. It was one of the few abilities back home she could never quite manage to figure out.

Of course now that she was on the continent... it became apparent why that earlier Namekian she'd met had a bit of bother trusting strangers. She walked horrified through burnt out shells of homes, and had had to cross blades with a couple of non-Namekian looters that had stayed behind after their initial raids. To discover that other races were here attempting to destroy and pillage this world, it made Cambia wonder if maybe the elders back on Konats had the right idea of shutting their world off from the rest of the cosmos...

Could the beast within some of her people be... a reaction of sorts to the threats people like these posed? Almost like a Konatsian immune system or failsafe? It was a bit terrifying to consider that something she sought aid for dealing with might in fact just be a completely natural, and potentially, necessary evil...

For now though, she had to get herself cleaned up. That last fight had left her blade and parts of herself covered in alien blood, and whilst she could use her magic to make herself new clean clothes... She really did feel that washing it away would be better in the long run. It was then that she heard the crashing sounds of a nearby waterfall. Cambia really hoped that it wasn't a Namekian sacred ground that she was about to profane by using it to clean up blood... but, beggars can't be choosers.

As she approached, she could sense that there was another person up ahead. Carefully peering around a nearby rock for cover, she could make out a vague humanoid figure sitting right in the middle of the waterfall. They looked like a Namekian, and he was... sleeping? No, maybe meditating? And if he was meditating in a waterfall, then that meant that this could indeed be another sacred site for the Namekian people.

She could maybe find another source of water to get cleaned up in... but since she'd be travelling on foot, she really did not relish the thought of walking around covered in blood if she could help it. And... if need be, although this feels like such a dirty move to pull... she could always make an ocarina and blast a few notes in order to get him to leave her be if things should take a turn for the worse...

Cambia began to move carefully and as quietly as she could towards the nearby water, attempting to be as silent as she could before she began to start trying to wash her skin clean of the blood from those looters.

The blonde Konatsian woman gave a startled noise at the sudden appearance of the... heavily armoured Namekian looming over her. Oh she was so glad right now that she hadn't decided to start washing her clothes just yet because otherwise, possibly sacred land or not, there would be a serious amount of exploding energy going on at the moment. And no that was not an innuendo. It then occurred to her that her startled noise might have caused this warrior some pain due to the whole "heightened hearing" thing that Namekians had.

"I am so sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?" she quickly asked. "I only just learned about the whole ear thing. Sorry." Cambia apologised once more before realising that he had asked her a question. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "Well... I had originally came here to ask your peoples Guru's for advice on a... maybe kinda sorta spiritual matter back home on Konats..." she began to explain, sighing once more. "But when I got here, my pod crashing in the water by some islands... I was then told that the Guru was dead, my condolences by the way, and that the local leaders were in political bickering..." Cambia said with a respectful bow of her head towards the Namekian.

"So now... I have no idea what I'm doing." she began to rub the temples of her forehead. "And when I managed to make it to what I'm hoping is a continent and not just a really big island, no sooner do I get ashore, then I come across burned out homes, looters and..." Cambia was about to scream in frustration before she immediately remembered the Namekian ear thing again, and then promptly shoved her whole head under the water before then screaming down there. Hopefully the water helped to muffle the sound so it didn't hurt the warrior standing beside her.

When she brought her head back up, she quickly began to dry it with a freshly magically created fluffy towel... resulting in her hair briefly going all POOF for a while before it floated back down to its earlier long, flat state. "I came here to do a job and... now I've got no idea what to do, no way of going home... and, and, and... I can't even play my ocarina or sing in case I accidentally hurt someone." she sobbed, the whole situation finally crashing down on her and breaking her for the moment. Cambia tried to fight back any vocalisation for her sobbing, just in case she hurt the Namekian, which only resulted in her starting to hiccup in between her sobbing wheezes. It is not pretty in the slightest.

When he offered to tear off his own ears Cambia quickly clamped her hands over her mouth and rapidly shook her head. That was way too drastic! How would he even hear anything afterwards?! Did this world have doctors? Was this man alright in the head? I mean, he did just offer to tear off his own ears so as to allow her to talk and react at higher volumes, and as far as the blonde Konatsian was aware that would result in some serious blood loss and maybe even death?!

It took her a moment in her panic to eventually realise that he knew who or rather what she was. And then what he had been saying earlier caught up to her as well. That he had been travelling the galaxy for a while now and had sort of adapted to loud noises for the sake of his ears. "I... I'm sorry..." she croaked out, her voice a little raw from the earlier spluttering sobs and forcing herself to try and keep quiet before now. She reached into her pack and pulled out a flask which she took a drink from.

"That's better..." said Cambia, rubbing her neck as the liquids helped to soothe her throat. "Sorry again... I have never left my world before." the blonde Konatsian admitted. "We Konatsians never... well we never really leave our world that often. So this is all... well it's a little, no that's a lie, it's a lot overwhelming." she sighed, rubbing the back of her head. "And please, don't tear your ears off Mister Dragon." Cambia requested, not sure if Dragon Clan was a family name or not but decided to hedge her bets.

"A-As for my pod... Umm..." she trailed off, looking in the vague direction of the distant waters beyond the shoreline. "It's probably some creatures new home by now and I wouldn't want to displace it." the blonde Konatsian pondered, recalling the creature that had tried to eat her as she made her way to this part of Namek.

Namekians can... regrow their limbs and body parts, just like that? Huh... You learn something new every day. And apparently even the Namekians themselves hadn't been off world that often either. Hearing that did help her calm down a little bit, although she now wondered what this stuff about Dragon Clan and Warrior Clan was if it wasn't family orientated. She would have thought that if they were brothers then they would be of the same clan?

Maybe clans worked differently on Namek than she understood the word to mean. It was entirely possible, alien culture and all. Although in this case the blonde Konatsian figured she was the alien. If she was going to be stuck here for a while, then it only seemed appropriate that she tried to learn as much as she could about the Namekians she was staying with. After all, she didn't want to offend anyone and she might be able to glean some insight to her own peoples situation.

"Umm... if it's alright to ask..." Cambia began to say, rubbing the back of her neck, "What are the umm... differences between the Dragon Clan and the Warrior Clan?" she inquired. "I mean, I can sort of guess that your clan are fighters, but I'm not sure what a... well, what a dragon actually is. Sorry..." the blonde bowed her head in apology if what she'd asked about and just said was some sort of offensive taboo here on Namek.

The blonde Konatsian listened carefully to what Mister Tabor had to say, even making a scroll of paper, ink, and a brush with her magic so that she could take down notes as he spoke. One clan focused on martial prowess and acted as a sort of defence force for the Namekian people and their world, whilst the other clan was more like priests and historians from what Cambia understood so far, comparing them to her own peoples setup that she was vaguely familiar with.

It definitely seemed to be more codified here on Namek though compared to Konats. When he mentioned this Porunga having sculptures and paintings, her mind wandered back to that ruined village she'd passed through. Cambia snapped her fingers as she recalled something and began to rummage through her pack.

"I wasn't sure if this was important or not, and since there wasn't anyone left alive that I could see... maybe hopefully whoever lived there managed to get out in time... But, I found this. It looked kind of important, so I didn't want to leave it for the looters. In case I met anyone from the village who survived..." the Konatsian explained as she pulled out from her pack a marble-esque statue of a really buff looking reptilian humanoid with antenna, except instead of legs it had a long winding tail coming out from a semi-sphere.

"I'm... guessing this is Porunga then?" Cambia asked, offering the statue to the Warrior Clan Namekian Tabor. She briefly wondered if the semi-sphere held some sort of significance but held off on her curiosity for now. If Namekians were as like her own people in wanting to keep themselves to themselves, then she highly doubted pressing more questions than Tabor was willing to offer would be a good idea right now.

Cambia gave a sigh of relief. If this experienced warrior was sure that whoever had been in that village had managed to get away to safety, then she was sure of it as well. But he mentioned a war... "Umm... what war exactly? From what I saw I thought... it was maybe space pirates or something like that." she asked, unsure now of what was going on here on Namek. The more she came to learn, the less certain of what she was doing here she became. She knew how to fight sure, but a war was something completely alien to the girl.

What was curious though was that Namekians could imbue these statues with some kind of blessings. She looked at the statue in Tabor's hands carefully as she tried to discern if there was any kind of energy field to it... But nothing seemed to be there. Or maybe there was and she wasn't as adept at sensing Namekian magics as she was with her own peoples abilities.

Cambia pinched her lower lip between her finger and thumb as she thought about the situation. "If Porunga is asleep... and the Dragon Clan give blessings on objects, would those blessings still be in effect whilst the dragon sleeps? Or are they always in effect?" she mused aloud before blinking and bowing her head in apology. "Sorry! I probably shouldn't be asking those kind of questions, I am so so sorry." the blonde Konatsian declared, bowing her head several times.

A civil war between the Namekian people... Those of this Mazoku Clan, against the Warrior and Dragon Clans. And it's been going on for centuries and nobody today knows what started it?! "Then... Umm... Sorry again, but if nobody knows what started it, then why keep fighting?" she asked what probably sounded like a truly naive and simple question to what was more than likely a very complicated situation.

But it seemed that simple to her. If nobody knew why they were fighting, then what was the point of it all? It would only destroy more lives, and cause more devastation for everyone... so why not just stop if there's no reason to keep going?

And it seemed that whilst Porunga was still sleeping and unable to be an active part in Namekian society, his powers could still be imbued into these small shrines and other such items across Namek. An idea quickly came to the blonde Konatsian which made her smile from ear to ear. "Then, what we need is to just wake Porunga up, and he can maybe help end the war between the clans. Surely the Mazoku must revere him as well?" Cambia inquired, looking very pleased with her solution to the situation.