The warm red and brown hues of leather straps overlapping loose, patterned cotton cloth allowed for easy movement and plenty ventilation. The creatures of the Steppes went about their daily lives– Chaochus sluggishly moving with their multiple antennae in the air, Halgai rustling their shaggy manes as they hopped too and fro on the plains.įel was crouched, garbed in her gathering gear this afternoon. “What say you, warriors?” he asked, deceptively watchful eyes of amethyst scan her surroundings as they flickered to and fro from the textbook in one hand and to the nearby idle monsters. “Foreigner I may be, but I cannot, in good faith, take such brazen moves lightly.” A distinctive click sounded in the windswept quiet, and she noted the katana looped through his obi, the fingers he had wrapped around the hilt, and the thumb that had partially, near-imperceptibly loosed the blade from its sheath, revealing just a hint of glimmering steel. When next he spoke, his tone, too, was different, a note of depth and intensity that had been utterly absent before. Not only a leader or comrade, but a friend.” Abruptly, the prince’s stance changed, hardened almost imperceptibly, and Odzaya, for the first time, noted his positioning: directly between herself and her offenders. Not only of the rightful representative of the Xaela, but of a member of the clan to which I am so honorably bound. “Not only have you taken it upon yourselves to act in the name of your khans without their express permission, you have used this false authority to attempt what I am afraid can only be called assassination. “I am afraid you have landed yourselves in quite the cavernous pit, gentlemen,” Hien continued, leveling them with a calm but assertive look.
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