Phoenix Maplewood You couldn't stand to be near me.

She waited until he had made up his mind. Tulukiri could have easily taken the berries without question, or being a bitch to the kid, but she saw no reason for that. Kids were easy; they were dumb little shits, but if they were treated like the little people they were, Tulukiri rarely found issue with them.

This one moved aside. She could feel him watching as she began to pluck berries free. A few were tart - she spat them out with haste - and sometimes the seeds got caught in her gums. The sweeter ones proved to be worthwhile.

As she ate, Tulukiri asked: You're a little short to be a hunter, so I gotta ask - where you from, Kid? She didn't look at him but her attention was easily split between the berries and the boy.

The girl remembered how much she hated being spot-lit by the adults in her village, so she spared him that.