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And yet, I still have a few lingering doubts surrounding her. In every way, her countenance tells of contentment, even happiness in the given situation. She was among the first to accept the tattoos that bind us to our caste in this new environment; she cultivates her people as well as she ever has. But beneath it all, always the faintest scent of sorrow remains, like a bit of rotten meat somehow dropped among more savory dishes. When she thinks no one looks, she gazes back to the west, towards our old home. | And yet, I still have a few lingering doubts surrounding her. In every way, her countenance tells of contentment, even happiness in the given situation. She was among the first to accept the tattoos that bind us to our caste in this new environment; she cultivates her people as well as she ever has. But beneath it all, always the faintest scent of sorrow remains, like a bit of rotten meat somehow dropped among more savory dishes. When she thinks no one looks, she gazes back to the west, towards our old home. | ||
| β | Only in this do I see a weakness in her judgment. Despite all our agreements, the decisions made, she brought him into our camp, her old mate. While the rest of us quietly girded for battle, knowing not when he would descend upon us like a pain-crazed wolf but sure that he would, she sat quietly, her fingers touching his. They stared at each other for ours, no communication passing between them that even the most skilled among us could detect, yet, in the end, they stood simultaneously. He removed his weapons and armor and gave them to her; in return, she handed him a bracelet from within her robes. Then he left. | + | Only in this do I see a weakness in her judgment. Despite all our agreements, the decisions made, she brought him into our camp, her old mate. While the rest of us quietly girded for battle, knowing not when he would descend upon us like a pain-crazed wolf but sure that he would, she sat quietly, her fingers touching his. They stared at each other for ours, no communication passing between them that even the most skilled among us could detect, yet, in the end, they stood simultaneously. He removed his weapons and armor and gave them to her; in return, she handed him a bracelet from within her robes. Then he left.<a name="test"></a> |
She has assured us that he will not come back, but we plan to move camp anyway. I remember that one, and if he knows where we are, he can be among us at any time without warning. While I trust Allat and she, for whatever reason, trusts him, I'm afraid the chain does not extend far enough for me to take her word on this. Allat's skills will be essential to our survival, but until I hear that the Chosen of Maidens have brought him down, I will keep every caution. It is the only way we will survive. | She has assured us that he will not come back, but we plan to move camp anyway. I remember that one, and if he knows where we are, he can be among us at any time without warning. While I trust Allat and she, for whatever reason, trusts him, I'm afraid the chain does not extend far enough for me to take her word on this. Allat's skills will be essential to our survival, but until I hear that the Chosen of Maidens have brought him down, I will keep every caution. It is the only way we will survive. | ||
