The old woman, once one of the proudest huntresses to lead their family's hunts, was not too proud to accept water from a well-meaning Tia. She drank from the pouch unsteadily, tremors and arthritic joints keeping her grip on it from staying secure, and smelled the half-Keeper's arrival before he spoke.
Setting the pouch down in her lap, K'deiki cast a knowing look towards K'ile's scent, but spoke to the younger newcomer, "Showing my years, I fear, child. Do you know you are taking part in a time-honored tradition of our family?"
Setting the pouch down in her lap, K'deiki cast a knowing look towards K'ile's scent, but spoke to the younger newcomer, "Showing my years, I fear, child. Do you know you are taking part in a time-honored tradition of our family?"
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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."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
