As K'haali made her swift exit, the old man in the back of the tent let out a low, rattling breath and stepped forward. Yellow eyes squinted for several seconds at K'tahjha in complete silence before his thin lips twisted the wrinkles in his face to pull into a smirk.
"Or not enough," he added to K'takka's comment.
K'deiki lifted a hand and moved forward so that she was less than a foot from K'tahjha. Milky eyes smiled sadly as she reached out with withered hands from the folds of her clothing to touch the girl's shoulders, then her face. "Your mother's is an unfortunate tale," she told the girl. "Tell me, how do you feel about coming to us?"
"Or not enough," he added to K'takka's comment.
K'deiki lifted a hand and moved forward so that she was less than a foot from K'tahjha. Milky eyes smiled sadly as she reached out with withered hands from the folds of her clothing to touch the girl's shoulders, then her face. "Your mother's is an unfortunate tale," she told the girl. "Tell me, how do you feel about coming to us?"
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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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