Ankyra Sound everybody want to talk too much

sobeille did not normally speak so much, so when they were done and chani slipped into a bed of moss, she was grateful for the silence. 

for a time she listened as the wind wove its spell-like whisper through the leaves; the trees hummed with vibrant life alongside them. 

then chani spoke again, and the question was so peculiar to sobeille that for a moment she simply turned its edges over in her mind. 

she’d never really thought of this. her eyes, curious in their introspection, roved to where chani sat gilded in a pool of light. what you be wantin’ to do to ‘im?