Her reaction was extreme, fueled by the pride she clung to so desperately, even though whole tribe sees them as outcasts. To handle the waste of others was the lowest of the low in tribal hierarchy.
"It is humiliating!" Veyra spat, pointing a trembling finger at him. "We are poor, Sol, but we are not beggars! I won't do it."
"It is not garbage," Sol said coolly, his voice hard and unyielding. "It is flavor. And we won't be beggars. We will be merchants."
Even though they didn't know what the merchant was, but that wasn't the point right now.
As, he also stood up, towering Veyra's height.
"You think it's humiliating?"He asked, stepping closer to her. "What's humiliating is starving in the winter. What's humiliating is hiding in the back of the line during distribution because we have nothing to offer. What's humiliating is eating boiled dirt while those guys eats meat."
He pointed to the fire, his eyes burning with conviction.
