When everything’s as lethal as can be in your homeland, a simple walk in the woods can lead to some interesting encounters. Whether it was the heavy crunch of a boot in the snow, the sound of birdsong quieting, or the scent of steel, something was closer to the vastayan than she was comfortable with.
“Everyone’s got something for the bird girl, huh. What, you want to start a feather collection or something?” Xayah turned around and punctuated her question with the brandish of a quilldart, leveling the tip towards the stranger who approached her. The hood of her cloak fell back, the thin dusting of snow from her walk drifting to its brethren on the ground. Her ears perked up, despite the cold, the fur twitching with anticipation.
Huh. Weird. That grin, eerily familiar. She’s reminded of her partner, Rakan, whose cocky smile and confident nature made it easy for her to blend in, sneak around. Another trickster-type then, just a pretty boy with a pretty smile and even prettier words - boring, really, no one was as good as Rakan. “Nice, uh, horns? Are you part cow or something?”
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