"She'd still vouch for me," K'ile replied. His pacing had paused when she'd been in front of him, but as K'iara dropped into ehr stretching, he began to pace again. He wasn't in the mood to spar. He had to save his energy for the migration and his violence for K'yohko. "Even if she didn't, there are other women who would. Azeyma knows half the women in this tribe have been taunting me about it. And I haven't given our young any bad ideas!"
On the wagon, K'takka sat hunched over, with vibrantly colored purple and blue clothes wrapping her wiry form. She held an ornate pillow to her chest, her wrist clattering with golden ornamentation that had been gifts from her many children, and with the firedancing stones that had been claimed from K'ile Tia. She watched K'yohko return from helping K'luha off the cart, smiling at him fondly. "Graceful," she muttered to him, in a tone that only they and perhaps the other Elders could hear. "Showing no bitterness to the woman who supports K'ile Tia's challenge against you."
On the wagon, K'takka sat hunched over, with vibrantly colored purple and blue clothes wrapping her wiry form. She held an ornate pillow to her chest, her wrist clattering with golden ornamentation that had been gifts from her many children, and with the firedancing stones that had been claimed from K'ile Tia. She watched K'yohko return from helping K'luha off the cart, smiling at him fondly. "Graceful," she muttered to him, in a tone that only they and perhaps the other Elders could hear. "Showing no bitterness to the woman who supports K'ile Tia's challenge against you."
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