[ Kettara flattens her ears, growing under her breath. She hopes someone will try. It would make things easy and there is a desperate, angry part of her that craves it. The violent clarity of a fight. Sometimes she even finds herself plotting ways to engineer one, or how she might position herself to draw an insult, any insult, that she could respond to. Something to reset the balance, to make this place like home in this one small way.
Then she thinks of what Master Muln would say, and is ashamed. Master Muln would not crave isolation and scheme ways to start fights. Master Muln would take the long view and find a way to make peace with this place and the souls that inhabit it. Even the humans.
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[ Kettara flattens her ears, growing under her breath. She hopes someone will try. It would make things easy and there is a desperate, angry part of her that craves it. The violent clarity of a fight. Sometimes she even finds herself plotting ways to engineer one, or how she might position herself to draw an insult, any insult, that she could respond to. Something to reset the balance, to make this place like home in this one small way.
Then she thinks of what Master Muln would say, and is ashamed. Master Muln would not crave isolation and scheme ways to start fights. Master Muln would take the long view and find a way to make peace with this place and the souls that inhabit it. Even the humans.
She lowers the axe. ]
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