Nova Peak β

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slitted eyes watched ayovi's approach; her words were in the common-tongue he did not know, and he rose to one elbow. her companion was young and hale, pretty in the way of those glowing with health. from where he hunkered as a gargoyle in the snow-midden, he tasted no packscent upon the air.

no words emitted from the newcomer. strange. heaving himself to unsteady feet, a loud snort obscured skorpa's face with a gust of steam.

he would follow, and jutted his chin toward ayovi in hopes of communicating this.

all over! all over, that intense crush of pain, a fatigue that abated none despite his resting and consumption. it hurt his pride to be so weak.

the man would not speak at all, his silence ironic in the similarity presented by the alabastrine stranger.

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