#tailfeather

All tribe members were taught to wield a spear and a bow, with males usually starting with a spear and females with a bow

The reason for this was that females were typically smaller and more agile than males, so could more easily hide in trees and other more precarious locations to fire arrows without being seen

Though they learn to use both, most tribe members prefer to stick to the weapon they learned to use first

A typical hunting/patrol party consisted of male lancers and female archers

The archers would hang back and often find good hiding places to fire their arrows from, while the males would charge in and engage the enemy/prey on the ground

Due to the remoteness of the mountain ranges that made up the Sinro tribe's territory, the tribe was very isolated and defended their territory fiercely

Living conditions in the mountains were tough, so the tribe carried out daily and nightly patrols to ensure that their territory was protected from intruders and that there were enough food sources to feed the tribe

During patrols, archers would often hang back so that they remained unseen by any potential intruders, and the lancers would go on ahead

If an intruder was found, one or two archers would then be able to return to the rest of the tribe to report back without being seen or attacked by the intruder (who would be dealt with by the lancers)

Khujah is more proficient with a bow whereas Renoki and Rhunara are both better at fighting with a lance

Almost everyone in the Sinro tribe were born with light to medium grey-blue hair that lightened with age, though some were born with pale purple hair instead

Their hair helped them to blend in better in the snowy mountain terrain

All tribe members were born with dark red eyes, which helped to shield against snow blindness

Renoki and Rhunara inherited all of the main Sinro tribe traits and got pretty much no physical features from their Seeker father

Their proximity to the Allagans meant that the Sinro tribe developed a good understanding of the Allagans prior to leaving Meracydia, and they even managed to smuggle some abandoned Allagan technology with them when they left

The technology was sold to allow the tribe to trade with merchants as they travelled, with a lot of it eventually ending up in the hands of the G tribe

The Sinro tribe adapted relatively quickly to life in Coerthas, with some of the tribe eventually spreading out to Dravania

A fair number travelled to Tailfeather and spent their lives trapping and raising chocobos, but they had all passed away long before Renoki set foot in Tailfeather

Animal husbandry has always been a skill amongst the Sinro tribe

Renoki is also very good with chocobos and raised Chichiri himself

Many lancers were hired by minor Ishgardian nobility, with several going on to bear the mantle of the Azure Dragoon

The start of the Dragonsong War brought an end to the Sinro tribe's Azure Dragoon days, as they refused to go against the dragons due to their Meracydian heritage

Renoki didn't learn about his family's tie to the Azure Dragoon until he, too, carried the title

The Dragonsong War caused a lot of displacement within the Sinro tribe

Eventually, as the tribe scattered to different areas, the tribe's birthrate dropped and the tribe slowly began to die out

Khujah retains hope that there are still some other Sinro tribe members out there somewhere, despite her tribe seemingly vanishing without a trace

Mietta cowered in the grass, curled in a ball, eyes squeezed shut, covering her ears. It did nothing to drown the sounds; the bandersnatch’s snarls, the man’s cursing, the dull thump of a weapon sinking into flesh eliciting another pained yowl, a heavy thump of a body hitting the ground.

Silence.

Mietta carefully blinked open her eyes as she uncurled, daring to look. The bandersnatch lay in a bloody heap, the grasses obscuring the worst of it thank gods. She turned her attention to the man who had come to her rescue.

He was a hyur, perhaps in his twenties, with brown hair and stubble lining his chin. He wore heavy black armor, and his axe was stained with more than the bandersnatch’s blood. He hooked the massive weapon onto his back and turned to her, his eyes a piercing blue. “Ah, there you are. All right then?”

Mietta nodded, unable to speak, throat still gripped by fear.

He smiled; tense, but not unkind. “Come on. Let’s get you back to town, eh?” He held out his hand. 

She couldn’t help but smile back as she took it, letting him haul her to her feet. They began the trek back toward Tailfeather. The man tried at first to coax conversation from her, but soon gave up, as fear and shame kept her tongue tied.

About a half malm from the gates, Mietta winced as old Loupard came into sight. He looked taken aback a moment, then ran forward. “Thank Halone, you found her! Her mother’s worried sick!”

The hyur nodded. “Had a bit of a scare, but it’s naught some care shouldn’t be able to fix, so long as no one’s too rough on her.”

Loupard looked between the man and the girl. “What sorta scare?”

The man hesitated. “One of those...I believe they're called bandersnatch? It got to the chocobo it seemed she was tracking first. I was...passing through, and heard the commotion.”

Loupard let out a long, shuddery breath. “Hopefully certain young ladies take this lesson to heart, ‘bout why we have rules for who can go out, and when, and with partners.” He shook his head. “I ain’t got anythin’ to repay your kindness, but if you come back to town—”

The hyur shook his head. “Ah, no, there’s no need for that. Just...happy to help.” He seemed to be almost embarrassed suddenly. He turned quickly and began to walk away.

“Mister!” Mietta called, finally finding her voice.

The hyur paused, looking back with another small, tense smile. “Ah, you do speak. You listen to your elder there and take care, all right?”

“Th-thank you. For saving me,” Mietta said.

“Aye, a true hero,” Loupard said. “Like the Warrior of Light.”

The hyur’s face suddenly clouded and he turned away again. “Don’t look at me like I’m a hero,” he said, tone bitter. “Better not to of anyone, even the Warriors of Light. You’ll only disappoint yourself.”

Mietta frowned as he stalked away, and she looked up at Loupard. “What did he mean by that?”

Loupard watched as the man disappeared into the woodline. “If I had to guess, he’s a man who does the right thing--even after it’s cost him everythin’.” He shook his head. “Come on; let’s get you home ‘fore your mother tears up half the forest.”