Winds of Change

Chapter 7

Year 93 after the genocide of the nomads

In the council meeting, Vikkock is more committed and proactive than before. He puts forward innovative proposals to address the food problem afflicting the tribe. He suggests creating ponds for the cultivation of nutritious algae, as well as implementing mushroom farms in the caves near the capital. He explains how the hot spring water in these caves allows an environment conducive to the growth of these mushrooms, which could be a valuable food source.

In addition, he proposes the construction of canals that take advantage of the hot water current to improve living conditions at the pole, thus ensuring greater comfort for his community.

The council listened attentively to Vikkock's innovative proposals, recognized for his bold and creative approach. The elders exchanged looks of astonishment and respect, something uncommon in that room. Masters like Pakku and Kenuaq, usually reserved and traditional, now showed a glimmer of admiration at the young man's suggestions.

"Vikkock, your ideas are as daring as they are inspiring," mentioned Yugoda, expressing what many thought. "We have never contemplated solutions of this magnitude for our food problems before."

Pakku, always more contemplative, added: "It is a surprising and clever vision, Vikkock. Your proposals could change the way we face our challenges in this region."

Chief Arnook, proud of his son, nodded seriously. "We are faced with innovative concepts that could revolutionize our way of life here at the pole. Vikkock, your dedication and creativity deserve our respect."

Vikkock, still assimilating the change in the council's attitude, gratefully and determinedly said: "I appreciate your confidence in my ideas. I am willing to work hard to turn these proposals into a reality that benefits our tribe."

The atmosphere in the room was one of expectation and enthusiasm. The elders began to discuss in detail the possibilities and practical challenges of the ideas presented by Vikkock.

The air vibrated with the palpable excitement in the council room. Vikkock, with his white braided hair and confident posture, had presented his vision with such clarity and conviction that even the most skeptical could not help but feel intrigued by the boldness and innovation of his proposals.

The murmurs turned into expectant silence when Ukiuq, the elder in charge of the canals and aqueducts, stood up with an enthusiasm-lit gleam in his eyes. His hands, marked by years of work and experience, trembled slightly with excitement.

"Vikkock," Ukiuq began, his voice resonating with contained emotion, "your idea of using the nearby caves and that hot spring current... it's fascinating." His words filled with renewed brightness as he shared his vision. "We can channel that natural energy to transform life at the pole. Imagine the growth of these mushrooms, the algae thriving in ponds we have created!"

You could see the sparkle in his eyes, the passion of a man who saw the potential for change. "It will be a challenge, of course, but this is the kind of project that defines our tribe. I will work with the experts, adjust the canals and aqueducts to give life to your ideas, Vikkock."

Ukiuq's enthusiasm quickly spread among those present. Vikkock's vision was being received with respect and recognition, and Ukiuq was ready to embrace this new enterprise with the same dedication he had brought over the years to the tribe's canals.

With the approval and support of the council, Vikkock's project was one step closer to becoming reality, and the enthusiasm in the room made it clear that the tribe was ready to face this challenge with determination and unity.

The council was convened, the air heavy with concern and seriousness. Kalluk, in charge of trade routes, began reporting in a somber voice:

"Reports indicate that our Earth Kingdom fleets are increasingly vulnerable. Fire Nation ships have been harassing our routes, reducing our operations to a minimum."