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Her companions had been looking at her with disgust for a while now, furtive glances thrown over their shoulders and hushed whispers and fleeting eye contact included. Ayosel might think she was walking around in the skin Siku had blessed her with if she wasn't constantly reminded of how constrictive cloth felt around her neck and waist. They had just arrived at the foot of the city-mountains--was that what they were called?--and had been greeted by some of Lhavit's fine fishing men and they were already regarding her as if she were about to take a bite out of someone. She wrinkled her nose, thinking about telling them that she'd have to strangle them first, before letting the uncertainty and dismay float into the back of her mind where it could linger like fat cave lizards on slimy rock walls.
"Up the mountain," said one of the fishing men who'd collected them, one of the ones who'd seemed most put off by her. She couldn't, for the life of her, understand the strange reception but she smiled nonetheless, tightened her cloak around her shoulders against a strange salty breeze and got in line with the others who'd arrived with her, the ones who'd become a little more comfortable with her during the long journey. "Thank you," she responded to one of the fishing men and he frowned at her, nodded, and went back down to supervise his catch.
The hostility that Ayosel was familiar with came in the form of cruel games with constrictor cousins or the fury of Myrian hunting parties. She was a Dhani not familiar with the general distrust of her breed beyond the jungle but it hardly hurt her to receive it, simply perplexed the already bemused mind of someone who'd never seen anything taller than the shallow mountains of her home. There was hardly any space in her to wonder for long over the bitterness her accent inflicted in the people around her and didn't really realize that was the cause of the disgust in the first place. The Dhani must have hurt these people somehow and she was walking into their city ignorant of the reception she may receive.
.Her companions had been looking at her with disgust for a while now, furtive glances thrown over their shoulders and hushed whispers and fleeting eye contact included. Ayosel might think she was walking around in the skin Siku had blessed her with if she wasn't constantly reminded of how constrictive cloth felt around her neck and waist. They had just arrived at the foot of the city-mountains--was that what they were called?--and had been greeted by some of Lhavit's fine fishing men and they were already regarding her as if she were about to take a bite out of someone. She wrinkled her nose, thinking about telling them that she'd have to strangle them first, before letting the uncertainty and dismay float into the back of her mind where it could linger like fat cave lizards on slimy rock walls.
"Up the mountain," said one of the fishing men who'd collected them, one of the ones who'd seemed most put off by her. She couldn't, for the life of her, understand the strange reception but she smiled nonetheless, tightened her cloak around her shoulders against a strange salty breeze and got in line with the others who'd arrived with her, the ones who'd become a little more comfortable with her during the long journey. "Thank you," she responded to one of the fishing men and he frowned at her, nodded, and went back down to supervise his catch.
The hostility that Ayosel was familiar with came in the form of cruel games with constrictor cousins or the fury of Myrian hunting parties. She was a Dhani not familiar with the general distrust of her breed beyond the jungle but it hardly hurt her to receive it, simply perplexed the already bemused mind of someone who'd never seen anything taller than the shallow mountains of her home. There was hardly any space in her to wonder for long over the bitterness her accent inflicted in the people around her and didn't really realize that was the cause of the disgust in the first place. The Dhani must have hurt these people somehow and she was walking into their city ignorant of the reception she may receive.