K'deiki did not respond immediately. Her weathered face was turned to the bone beads in the bowl, the elongated shadows they cast across the smooth, shallow surface, like soldiers set to march to war under the Warden. She sighed. None of their soldiers had returned the same, least of all their firedancer. Clouded eyes closed as her head bowed.
Surprisingly, it was not K'deiki who spoke first but K'jhanhi, the former nunh swaying away from the post he leaned against to lumber heavily over to K'luha, bare feet making subtle shiffing sounds in the sand. Both hands came to settle on her shoulders and faded yellow eyes squinted down at her from his still considerable height. "There are some things you must let go," he spoke slowly. There was a pause, where he let that statement settle and his age-thinned chest rose and fell with quiet breaths. "If they have both left willingly, then we will not suffer their foolishness. However... The matter with our firedancer must be resolved. As you wish to take responsibility for his problems, you will take responsibility for its solution. Go and find him, and if you cannot return his person, then strip from him the privileges he carries." He spoke none of this unkindly, but his tone did not leave room for argument.
Surprisingly, it was not K'deiki who spoke first but K'jhanhi, the former nunh swaying away from the post he leaned against to lumber heavily over to K'luha, bare feet making subtle shiffing sounds in the sand. Both hands came to settle on her shoulders and faded yellow eyes squinted down at her from his still considerable height. "There are some things you must let go," he spoke slowly. There was a pause, where he let that statement settle and his age-thinned chest rose and fell with quiet breaths. "If they have both left willingly, then we will not suffer their foolishness. However... The matter with our firedancer must be resolved. As you wish to take responsibility for his problems, you will take responsibility for its solution. Go and find him, and if you cannot return his person, then strip from him the privileges he carries." He spoke none of this unkindly, but his tone did not leave room for argument.
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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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