Caesi flinched noticeably at the mention of cats and dogs. Khasr gave her an odd look, but didn’t comment on it.
She was carefully deliberate with her fingers, peeling the skin off slowly. Perhaps a bit more slowly than was necessary, but Khasr couldn’t very well fault her for it; from what he had gathered, this was her first time skinning anything. She seemed fairly uncomfortable with the task too, but once again that wasn’t something that actually surprised him. It was something that would just get easier with time.
And then she asked him if he ate cats and dogs that he raised.
What? Khasr asked, stunned confusion[/i] in every line of his hands.
Oh. Oh. That was what had made her so uncomfortable.
Khasr actually chuckled. “No, of course not.” You misunderstand me. “All cats are easy to skin. Lions, caracals, wildcats. Felines are easy to skin. And canines, like wolves and foxes and coyotes, are hard to skin.” He shook his head. “Canines don’t taste very good, either.” Overall, he preferred to prey on felines if given the choice.
Khasr took note of her progress––she was doing nicely, for her first time––and then looked back in the direction of the pavilions.
“We should be heading back soon,” he stated, although his posture was somewhat reluctant. “We have been out here long enough that some will start to take notice.”
He waited until Caesi came to the end of her efforts, then made ready to leave.
“You know,” he said, standing and smoothing out his clothes, “it will likely be a day or two until our pavilions separate. If you aren’t… busy… I may have more things. That I can… show you.” It was stilted and halting, but it was unmistakable as an offer of instruction, and, by proxy, friendship.
oocWe’re reaching 20 posts, so we should probably wrap this up. One more post on your end and we should be good to go.
She was carefully deliberate with her fingers, peeling the skin off slowly. Perhaps a bit more slowly than was necessary, but Khasr couldn’t very well fault her for it; from what he had gathered, this was her first time skinning anything. She seemed fairly uncomfortable with the task too, but once again that wasn’t something that actually surprised him. It was something that would just get easier with time.
And then she asked him if he ate cats and dogs that he raised.
What? Khasr asked, stunned confusion[/i] in every line of his hands.
Oh. Oh. That was what had made her so uncomfortable.
Khasr actually chuckled. “No, of course not.” You misunderstand me. “All cats are easy to skin. Lions, caracals, wildcats. Felines are easy to skin. And canines, like wolves and foxes and coyotes, are hard to skin.” He shook his head. “Canines don’t taste very good, either.” Overall, he preferred to prey on felines if given the choice.
Khasr took note of her progress––she was doing nicely, for her first time––and then looked back in the direction of the pavilions.
“We should be heading back soon,” he stated, although his posture was somewhat reluctant. “We have been out here long enough that some will start to take notice.”
He waited until Caesi came to the end of her efforts, then made ready to leave.
“You know,” he said, standing and smoothing out his clothes, “it will likely be a day or two until our pavilions separate. If you aren’t… busy… I may have more things. That I can… show you.” It was stilted and halting, but it was unmistakable as an offer of instruction, and, by proxy, friendship.
oocWe’re reaching 20 posts, so we should probably wrap this up. One more post on your end and we should be good to go.