K'ile Tia stepped back from the shaman. He still had instincts to comfort her, but he lacked the ability. He had come here to tell her that her daughter was dead, and he had convinced her of that. It was neither his place nor his talent to do anything more, even if he wished it otherwise.
There was still fire in his body as he moved back towards the tent's exist. It sparked in his heal as he rolled his food away from K'piru. It burned his fingertips as he let go of her hands. The fire roiled in his face and neck, chest and gut, as he turned away from her. He didn't want to leave. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, even though he knew that he would. The fire, therefore, was inevitable as a brush fire in summer, when the lightning storms come.
The fire wanted out of him. He couldn't comfort the shaman, but he could flee the tent. He could find the firedancers and pull them to their feet. K'ada would understand. She would light him ablaze herself if she got a hold of his tail while the stone on his wrist burned hot and bright as it did. If the firedancer didn't give the flame inside of him to a staff, to a dance, he felt that it would burst from his very bones.
K'ile pushed his way out of the tent without another word. He could at least take a moment to find K'thalen before he went in search of the firedancers.
There was still fire in his body as he moved back towards the tent's exist. It sparked in his heal as he rolled his food away from K'piru. It burned his fingertips as he let go of her hands. The fire roiled in his face and neck, chest and gut, as he turned away from her. He didn't want to leave. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, even though he knew that he would. The fire, therefore, was inevitable as a brush fire in summer, when the lightning storms come.
The fire wanted out of him. He couldn't comfort the shaman, but he could flee the tent. He could find the firedancers and pull them to their feet. K'ada would understand. She would light him ablaze herself if she got a hold of his tail while the stone on his wrist burned hot and bright as it did. If the firedancer didn't give the flame inside of him to a staff, to a dance, he felt that it would burst from his very bones.
K'ile pushed his way out of the tent without another word. He could at least take a moment to find K'thalen before he went in search of the firedancers.
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