Rising Sun Valley Branching out to other males

Thric The young boy knew how it was to be a slave, though not for a pretty woman such as she. But if she was as bad as Eshinni was to her slaves, then he did not want any part of that. Si tepoha coanwor vi silit drong aurthon, khalakki. Si ornla|dah ysik qe creolnali befitting vi papref Dotharan arytiss. He looked up at her, his eyes trying to be as cold as Rakharo, but clearly failing. His hopefulness betrayed him.

Dout bodyguard, nomagqe? Yth re vi sart khal, vur nomenoi lands re vekik. wux ornla rigluin creolna ekess troth wux svadrav wer lyrik arytissi re mojka. He hoped she was not one of those warrior-type women. His place in this khal would diminish even lower if he insulted her more.