Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

@Rakharo Looks like Bassilth has gone inactive. Want to continue this?

Hawk shrunk back with the barked orders, deferring to the Khal. Her place—with, but not one of them—was that which she had always coveted, but it had taken her years to find it. Finally, though, she was comfortable. This was where she belonged. Not as one of them, but serving them. Somebody else then arrived, this one speaking in a tongue similar (but not quite equal to) the words her own Khal spoke. It was like hearing a garbled version of the language she was only beginning to understand, and she furrowed her brow.

When the Khal asked if she understood, Tomahawk replied with a shake of her head and a concerned whine. Was she supposed to understand? Would he be angry because she did not? While she had yet to incur any major physical punishment, she did not think it was out of the question. There were times when she was put in her place for misstepping, and she did not wish to step too far out of her boundaries.