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Her gaze drew to the other’s bag on her cue, and Taktuq lit with curiosity. Oh! what a strange thing to carry! Yet it suited the healer. Unassuming, yet lovely, in its soft simplicity.

Oh, no, a gentle laugh accompanied her, I am more a guardian than a healer.

But saying so made her wonder if she  could one day match Tavina’s call. The thought was as fleeting as the spiders that ran from their paws.

I am Taktuq, of Kvarsheim. She gestured to the North. What was that language you spoke? Sesh? It is one I have not heard before. Nor had she ever heard of Akashingo but it strung in a way that made her think she had found someone other than another woman of the North.