When K'ile's words - desperate words, pleading words - cut off, K'piru felt the jarring collision through him and cringed away, ears flattening. She felt suddenly frightened, terrified of facing anyone, let alone someone like K'luha, of seeing the grief and the judgment in their faces. Hearing their own accusations, their own losses. She couldn't bear it.
The air in the tent grew thick in her lungs, suffocating, and she scrambled back away from K'ile and K'luha, not wondering how or why the other woman had come crashing into them, only concerned about avoiding her fear and pain and grief. She had to get away, before the weight of it all crushed her, and in this panic she made for the exit.
The air in the tent grew thick in her lungs, suffocating, and she scrambled back away from K'ile and K'luha, not wondering how or why the other woman had come crashing into them, only concerned about avoiding her fear and pain and grief. She had to get away, before the weight of it all crushed her, and in this panic she made for the exit.
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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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