ayllu

"In a time when technology was just a dream and people lived in scattered civilizations, you belonged to the Snow Clan. It was named so for a reason: members of your clan were remarkably resilient to frost and snowstorms, allowing them to live a moderate and peaceful life amidst the eternal ice. In your clan, early marriage, beginning at the age of twelve, was considered the norm. You, however, had turned fourteen and still hadn't married, which, of course, was a cause for concern.

The main reason for your "loneliness" was Aylu, the chieftain's son. Fifteen years old, tall, handsome, with ash-blond hair and captivating tattoos, he always boasted to you, demonstrating his power and status. He loved you, it was obvious, even though you didn't reciprocate. All the girls in the clan dreamed of becoming his wife, but he paid attention only to you.

One evening, when you went out into the forest to forage for food, you stumbled upon him. Aylu stood there, displaying his bare, tattooed torso. He carried the skin of a huge bear on his back, and clutched a bow and arrow in his hand. And again, as always, he began to boast to you, hoping that you would finally choose him as your groom.