The Elder's tent was opened by a thin hand, long fingernails, bones decorated with dark veins and black splotches. "We know." K'takka's silvery blue eyes shone like dew drops in the light, but her tattoos took on a much more sinister quality, looking like white cracks in her aged flesh. K'takka was not the grandmother that K'luha had been looking for, but she was Yohko's grandmother, and she gave him her graceful, dubious smile, "Thank you for helping her over, K'yohko. Now," her voice hardened, tight with age bitterness, "Both of you. Inside. Bring the others as well." She turned and vanished into the tent, leaving a breath of air that smelt of spices and herbs.Â
Those scents were thick inside the strange brown shadows of the Elders' tent, almost overflowing with tapestries and fetishes, alchemical supplies and visible white curls of smoke from incense. As K'takka hobbled towards a pile of skins and brightly colored pillows from Ul'dah, she muttered to the other Elders, "I don't think they all came back."
Those scents were thick inside the strange brown shadows of the Elders' tent, almost overflowing with tapestries and fetishes, alchemical supplies and visible white curls of smoke from incense. As K'takka hobbled towards a pile of skins and brightly colored pillows from Ul'dah, she muttered to the other Elders, "I don't think they all came back."
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