[ Kettara hates this place in the way she hates most human things, with a low burning rage that simmers just under the surface. But there is little she can do but endure it, and act as honorably as she can in the meantime. Surely the ancestors are watching her even after all this. Surely they have not abandoned her as the elements seemingly had. Every time she tries to call the spirits to her there's nothing but an awful, grating silence, and a sharp pain in her chest. No matter how long she meditates or how carefully she words her prayers, only silence remains.
It's been three days. She hasn't slept much. There's nothing for it. She's had nightmares every time she closes her eyes and that won't do in this place, when she's surrounded on all sides by enemies.
They will turn on her. Humans always do.
But not everyone here is human.
She peers at him, ears pricked. Elf, she thinks, though he doesn't look like any that she's seen before. His eyes are wrong. Not nearly bright enough.
But. He's not human. He's like her, in this one small way.
She clicks her teeth. Jerks her chin to display her tusks when he looks at her. ]
Are you looking for something, in the messages?
[ She doesn't know technology at all, but she can try. She can be useful. ]
Safehouse
It's been three days. She hasn't slept much. There's nothing for it. She's had nightmares every time she closes her eyes and that won't do in this place, when she's surrounded on all sides by enemies.
They will turn on her. Humans always do.
But not everyone here is human.
She peers at him, ears pricked. Elf, she thinks, though he doesn't look like any that she's seen before. His eyes are wrong. Not nearly bright enough.
But. He's not human. He's like her, in this one small way.
She clicks her teeth. Jerks her chin to display her tusks when he looks at her. ]
Are you looking for something, in the messages?
[ She doesn't know technology at all, but she can try. She can be useful. ]