K'deiki laughed. The chuckle lasted only a few moments, sounding from deep within the cloth that swaddled her body, and then it broke with a cough. When the old woman recovered, she turned her face towards the Tia though she could only barely make out his silhouette. "Do not think me so far gone as to lose track of words like that, K'ile Tia." She spoke his title without any mockery, rather with a solemn understanding. "A huntress's sharp mind fades only with her last breath, after all."
Thin, grey hair woven in braids and beads shifted as the Elder shook her head. "No, I know very well what you do. Will it be a good feast?"
Thin, grey hair woven in braids and beads shifted as the Elder shook her head. "No, I know very well what you do. Will it be a good feast?"
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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