"We relocate for survival, firedancer," K'deiki sighed out, squinting at the blurry shapes ahead of her but unable to distinguish by sight who was friend and who was new. At least her nose had not failed her in her old age, and she caught the unfamiliar, earthy scents of the stranger almost immediately. "And you should know well our reluctance to accept even K'yohko's wayward daughter. But she is daughter of the nunh. This one..."
Her shoulders shook with a hacking cough, her frail body bowing forward. The reflex sent a shudder through her ribs, into her spine and down to the tip of her thinly furred tail. The spell lasted several seconds before she could recover herself and then she only said, "We have had too many visitors since you were last here, firedancer. Too many demanding change. Demanding forgiveness without regret, when they should have thought first to seek our support. My patience grows thin," and her body weary, she finished silently, bowing her head and trusting her nose to keep track of the stranger. K'zhuzu Tia's child. She wondered how many more outcasts were scattered from Azeyma's eye that they did not know of. She knew they could never replace the ones they had lost.
Her shoulders shook with a hacking cough, her frail body bowing forward. The reflex sent a shudder through her ribs, into her spine and down to the tip of her thinly furred tail. The spell lasted several seconds before she could recover herself and then she only said, "We have had too many visitors since you were last here, firedancer. Too many demanding change. Demanding forgiveness without regret, when they should have thought first to seek our support. My patience grows thin," and her body weary, she finished silently, bowing her head and trusting her nose to keep track of the stranger. K'zhuzu Tia's child. She wondered how many more outcasts were scattered from Azeyma's eye that they did not know of. She knew they could never replace the ones they had lost.
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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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