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zakariya, too, had just finished with his tasks for the day. he was tired and resentful of the work assigned to him. he didn't want to learn. he wanted to play and be left alone with nazli.
the boy was thrashing his own corner of the resting area in protest, a futile expression of his frustrations that would surely only make more work for him. he didn't care. at least not until nazli's voice interrupted him.
he jumped slightly, then tensed as unexpected guilt washed over him. nazli, he said, more sharply than he'd intended. you scared me. his fur was fluffed, hackles aloft, but he calmed as he sniffed his sister over. she seemed nervous, but she was always nervous, so he didn't think much of that. she was fine otherwise, so when he was satisfied with his inspection he drew away.