Kreeth felt sorry for Nel. Her discomfort was tangible, even as she tried to squash it under a veneer of pleasantness. She expected she'd get used to the feeling when their chakra signatures became routine, but until then... she was in a most unenviable position.
She turned her attention to the girl. She wasn't shy then, crawling up onto furniture in a strange place without invite. The word 'precocious' came to mind and lodged there like a fishbone in the throat.
"Kreeth," she said, the word grinding like a handful of slate as all words in Krakish did. "Who are you?"
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Date: 2018-04-30 07:48 pm (UTC)She turned her attention to the girl. She wasn't shy then, crawling up onto furniture in a strange place without invite. The word 'precocious' came to mind and lodged there like a fishbone in the throat.
"Kreeth," she said, the word grinding like a handful of slate as all words in Krakish did. "Who are you?"