Her head bowed tiredly where she hung in the brown shadows of the tent, K'takka's ears twitched when she heard her grandson speak. "There are laws against speaking with those who have left the family," she said, out of hand, "These apply to the Nunh as well. You are equal to K'nahli who kneels before us, and to violate the law would put you next to her in the sand. However."
The thin neck lifted the elder's head, and her eyes cast through the silver veil of her bangs to K'yohko. "Unlike your children, you do not tremble at the thought of sand under your fingernails, do you? The sand is the desert; it is home. One cannot walk and never fall. You may have your moment in exchange for a moment spent at level with the sand, if it is worth it to you."
The thin neck lifted the elder's head, and her eyes cast through the silver veil of her bangs to K'yohko. "Unlike your children, you do not tremble at the thought of sand under your fingernails, do you? The sand is the desert; it is home. One cannot walk and never fall. You may have your moment in exchange for a moment spent at level with the sand, if it is worth it to you."
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