"That would be wonderful Lady- err Nehsmay." Nidassasyae smiled sheepishly at the mistake, "Thank you for all the kindness you've shown me." "Well, it's true!" said Nidae. "Until now, I've never seen one of your people, only heard of you in stories." "First of fall... that means... " Nidassasyae paused for a long moment, trying to do the simple math. She couldn't count very far, and used her fingers. "Around two moons." Nidae glanced at Nehsmay with a quizzical expression. "What use is there? Crying won't help my family, nor will hitting a tree." Her eyes turned dark with anger, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the long carven shaft of her spear. "I can only hope that I find them, there's nothing else I can do. Only when my family is safe and my muzzle red with the men's blood will I be satisfied." Nidassasyae's eyes widened in realization of what she had just said aloud. "I- I'm sorry," she whispered, putting her head in her hands and starting to weep. |