Naaghai Lowlands Slang

Uninterrupted silence stretched on and on. How could she possibly answer that?

“She’s the only reason I did.” Shame.

“All of this, it has to count for something.”

She must count on goodwill and live by her intention. She must take her little life and put it on fire. Eset could not afford to dream of what should happen if providence did not prevail. Something in all this had to live, so that her mother could, too.

“I think it is for Toula.”

Tuna offers a paw. Eset turns her hand over to take it into her own.

“Please… don’t fight snakes, Tuna. Maybe just the ones without fangs,” and she gave a returning squeeze, in it she hoped Tuna would feel her sentiment where words did not speak. That she was needed; that she was loved.