Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

Kheviel's ears flicked at the woman's words, noting the sing-song quality of her voice. She did not remark on it, for she did not care. She'd met all kinds in her six years, many with accents different from her own.

I like it just fine, she said. As for how she felt... Well, she felt the same as always, just... Cayetano was a nice distraction. She would never tell him that, though. My body is the same. I feel pain every day. But there is plentiful food and... She trailed off, not wanting to talk about the yearling male who pestered her constantly.