Lion Head Mesa Dangerous objects

"yes, i hope to be of use somehow. i cannot expect the people of akashingo to fight for this land, or for their masters, without somehow proving myself to them."

Slate's eyes turned to the beautiful woman. It didn't take long for Slate to realize that this was likely one of the leaders of Akashingo. She had had the feeling earlier, but now it was confirmed. Slate had never been a leader or claimed to even come close to being one, so whatever or not this was a smart choice or wording wasn't within her knowledge. She kept quiet as she had nothing to add for the situation.

"a teacher? what is your name, miss kyōshi?" Miss what? Slate looked at the female with a blank expression. She didn't know what she was just called, good or bad? She decided to ignore it. "Slate." For a silent moment Slate didn't say anything, then like an after thought she added: "Ma'am" Talking to people sure was hard. She looked down at her things in a shy moment, she didn't know what this woman wanted of her. It made her uncomfortable to not know the situation more clearly.

Merrick was quiet and she took a quick glance at him. He was grinning at her. Slate's tail fell a little and her shoulder hunched lightly. She was not comfortable around these people, but less so of Merrick. She had chosen to follow him and she kept wondering what that would entitle.

"What is your name?" Cheeky? Perhaps. But she did not like giving out her own name without one in return. Slate and Merrick's relation was based on mistrust at the very moment. The female didn't have to be the same. Maybe they could become - trusted?