Kintla Flatlands pactum

it might've mattered, but worripa felt that it was his right to refuse. he would divulge what he chose to and no more; thus the stranger got no answer on where he was from, none besides: far away. which to it, held some truth. a slim sliver but some truth nonetheless.

agitated that the stranger intended to focus upon the shadow; guard hairs prickling at the ( perhaps foolish ) instinct to protect her, worripa bristles. likely, worripa responds, tone clipped. but we have not felt the need to share our names. in fact, they did not often share words at all — a comfortable sort of companionship for the pair of them, it seemed.