Herbalists' Cache Pheonix

Yet how could she trust him? When he could have been a soldier with nothing more than a motive to induce her own ridicule, humiliation. Nutuyikruk had seen the eyes of the lot of them turn head, felt their dismissal, heard their leaving footsteps.

In Saatsine, it was the way of things. There were those of worthiness, and those who stood between the cracks of their pads. Smeared into the ground. She could still feel the weight of the chieftain on her face.

It made this stranger no different.

Until– her ear moved to a flick, head slightly lifting, and the child in her scratched at the surface. "..Did the chieftain catch you too?"