
K'ile watched the huntress's pink ears and tail recede into the sinking dusklight. If she was going to be a very good dancer, she'd have to get over her fear of burning herself and probably accept some callouses across her skin. K'ile could hold a coal in the palm of his hand if he really needed to. K'mih's skin needed to harden. But, that was something that came with age, no matter what one did. And if that was her only flaw, he was sure she would be fine. She already had the upper-body strength for it, thanks to that ax of hers.
With a shrug at his own thoughts, K'ile turned to face Xha'li dead on, his ears turning limply on top of his head to face the outsider. "Ready to work?"
With a shrug at his own thoughts, K'ile turned to face Xha'li dead on, his ears turning limply on top of his head to face the outsider. "Ready to work?"
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