K'deiki's ears, the fur on them thin and patchy, lowered as K'luha spoke. The young woman's words hung heavy in the thick air of the tent between them, an aching silence following. Their firedancer and young K'ailia... gone?
Closing her eyes, she recalled the way the girl had come to them with bold ideas and even bolder actions, speaking of a world well beyond the Sagolii, beyond even Thanalan itself. She had worried then that K'ailia had started down a strange path, but she had put her faith in the strength of blood and the guiding light of Azeyma. She wondered if it had been a mistake to allow the scouting party.
"We will share your grief in your daughter's leaving," K'deiki spoke after a moment, clouded eyes on K'luha's vague shape. "To lose blood, and in times such as this... Having born witness to your daughter's words and goals, K'luha, I know there is no blame for you in this."
"The girl has already made her decision and we cannot change it. There is no good in worrying ourselves over it," K'jhanhi said behind her, leathery skin creased into a frown. His tone is somber, heavy with the weight of the news. "But our firedancer," something shifted in his voice, "Did you not search for him? It is not his way to disappear."
Closing her eyes, she recalled the way the girl had come to them with bold ideas and even bolder actions, speaking of a world well beyond the Sagolii, beyond even Thanalan itself. She had worried then that K'ailia had started down a strange path, but she had put her faith in the strength of blood and the guiding light of Azeyma. She wondered if it had been a mistake to allow the scouting party.
"We will share your grief in your daughter's leaving," K'deiki spoke after a moment, clouded eyes on K'luha's vague shape. "To lose blood, and in times such as this... Having born witness to your daughter's words and goals, K'luha, I know there is no blame for you in this."
"The girl has already made her decision and we cannot change it. There is no good in worrying ourselves over it," K'jhanhi said behind her, leathery skin creased into a frown. His tone is somber, heavy with the weight of the news. "But our firedancer," something shifted in his voice, "Did you not search for him? It is not his way to disappear."
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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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