Turning from K'jhanhi and the newly-made huntress, K'deiki's worn brow crinkled at the one who had spoke. "You observed," she echoed, welcoming voice suddenly drawn down in thought. "From what I have seen, it is not unlike the healing some of our own have learned, though perhaps more... refined." Gnarled hands twisted on the staff she had pushed deep into the sand, and she cast her gaze back to K'ailia, the girl now locked in embrace with her mother.
"We can't afford to ignore the skills any of our brothers and sisters bring to us. But... perhaps you are right." She looked to K'jhanhi briefly, who only nodded. "Hunter she may be, but she is still young. And guidance is never uncalled for." Her thin shoulders, wrapped in cloth to guard her frail frame from the sun and sand, rose and fell in a deep, rattling sigh. When she spoke again, it was with great reluctance, as though the mere mention of it brought her distress.
"Were my daughter here, she could continue her lessons..."
"We can't afford to ignore the skills any of our brothers and sisters bring to us. But... perhaps you are right." She looked to K'jhanhi briefly, who only nodded. "Hunter she may be, but she is still young. And guidance is never uncalled for." Her thin shoulders, wrapped in cloth to guard her frail frame from the sun and sand, rose and fell in a deep, rattling sigh. When she spoke again, it was with great reluctance, as though the mere mention of it brought her distress.
"Were my daughter here, she could continue her lessons..."
"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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