Zhi perched awkwardly on the side of the cart, avoiding the merchant's goods where she was able. The last thing she needed was some accusation that she'd broken someone's shit.
Rurutani wasn't hers. He was Thatcher's. She couldn't just take him and do what she wanted with him, direct him and utilize his skills. Rather, she shouldn't.
She smiled.
"Yer gonna need a new name," she told him as the wagon lurched into motion. "An' then we're gonna go fer a walk."
Rurutani wasn't hers. He was Thatcher's. She couldn't just take him and do what she wanted with him, direct him and utilize his skills. Rather, she shouldn't.
She smiled.
"Yer gonna need a new name," she told him as the wagon lurched into motion. "An' then we're gonna go fer a walk."
