[ Kettara huffs at the question. The woman - girl? - isn't afraid of her. It's a novel realization. Before she came to this place, this strange afterlife, all the humans Kettara met had either been angry at her or afraid of her existence. Occasionally both, and that had been before she grew into her full height.
This one is neither angry nor afraid.
How curious.
Kettara blinks down at her, curling her lip back to show off her tusks when the girl lifts her lantern for a better look. ]
I want to be alone. And I can survive when I am alone.
[ She puts a hand on one of her axes, comforted by the familiar weight at her hip. ]
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This one is neither angry nor afraid.
How curious.
Kettara blinks down at her, curling her lip back to show off her tusks when the girl lifts her lantern for a better look. ]
I want to be alone. And I can survive when I am alone.
[ She puts a hand on one of her axes, comforted by the familiar weight at her hip. ]