26S'aven was a playground for old men with small boy complexes. They ran around, making friends and making enemies, swapping them like trading cards. It was serious and ridiculous, and to them there was nothing more important in the world. But when things went wrong, when knees were scraped or heads caved in, each man-child would turn to the side of the playground and look for their woman supervising on the outskirts. The women let their men loose in S'aven. They let them burn off all that pent up energy that would have destroyed their lovely homes and, when things got bad, they stepped in, dusted off the blood and sorted out the mess. They were omnipotent, impartial, but mostly they were loyal. It didn't matter if their man was the bully, dragging his fists along the sand, it didn't matte
