Hoshor Plains okib

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sabah, never far, draws nearer.

ajaw's frostbound gaze flickers to her for a moment before it gravitates back to the beast she calls buffalo.

this one wonders ... are the giants hard to hunt? they inquire of sabah, drawing upon her knowledge of lands outside of tikal's claim. their trust is so absolute that they forget at times she was not born of tikal.

that her home had been a casualty of their expansion and that she had come to them, a once lost scorned godless woman.

and look at her now!

how she has blossomed and fit like a missing puzzle piece amongst her sisters.

buffalo, the word feels strange, common in nature slipping from their tongue; honeyed in their accent. they have no word for it in their redsand tongue, though they surmise it may be up to them to create one. for now, the common name is sufficient.

— has many things good for trading during season gift. they give voice to their initial observation; collecting information greedily, like a dragon adding to its goldhoarde.