There didn't seem to be a whole lot of interesting things near the pool, but he rummaged about anyway to try and spy on the new kid some more. A voice caught his attention and he perked up, head lifting to see the small, quiet girl who had joined them recently. It took him a moment to register what she had asked, and he shrugged. "Poisons," he said simply, turning to eye the boy in the pool. The black male had turned his back to Ukiuk and this displeased the alchemist. The older man narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin. "Are you pouting?" he asked with a sneer, having never seen such behavior from anyone other than his own, worthless son. Maybe the two would get along! Ukiuk laughed at the idea in his head, until a darkness clouded his very amusement.
What if they got along so well, that they became aokkatti? The thought horrified him. There's no way his son would ever be blood-kin to anyone. Thinking of that roused the memory of his own aokkatti. His ears slipped back for a moment, having recently lost his blood-brother in the war. There was a great deal of guilt that weighed upon his shoulders, and it only made him an angier, older man. But they had won that war and he avenged his aokkatti. They would prevail. They were Tartok.
"What was your name?" he asked of the pale girl, turning to look at her with a raised brow. In truth, he had forgotten, but he had only heard it once or twice. Really, he just wanted to engage her in conversation to see just how far he could push the one-eye'd rogue that lay in the pool.