Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

ajei told her of her friend. he was big and the color of snow; son of the moonwoman and some name sobeille did not know.

she was quiet for a moment, reflecting. ajei had shuddered and sobeille saw it - there was an unrecognizable emotion in ajei's gaze. sobeille catalogued through each emotion she could name, trying to pin its identity.

it wasn't guilt. it wasn't anger. it wasn't happiness.

does t'inking about dem make you sad, ajei? sobeille did not understand. ajei hadn't known them -- why would she be sad they were dead?