[ The offered hand gives her pause. It's a human greeting, she knows. Offering it to her most likely means he isn't afraid of her. But the shadows are deep around the fire, deep and lasting, and it's possible he hasn't noticed the green of her skin or the deep red of her eyes.
Kettara takes his hand gingerly. Her hands are rough with calluses and small scars. ]
My is Kettara Bloodthirst.
[ She takes her hand back. ]
I mean you no harm. It was my mother's title, Bloodthirst. I took it to honor her.
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[ The offered hand gives her pause. It's a human greeting, she knows. Offering it to her most likely means he isn't afraid of her. But the shadows are deep around the fire, deep and lasting, and it's possible he hasn't noticed the green of her skin or the deep red of her eyes.
Kettara takes his hand gingerly. Her hands are rough with calluses and small scars. ]
My is Kettara Bloodthirst.
[ She takes her hand back. ]
I mean you no harm. It was my mother's title, Bloodthirst. I took it to honor her.