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An older woman materialized as if from some pocket dimension, adding fuel to the fires of Disa's unease about the mesa. It did not help that a snake followed behind her, black as she was and a whip-snap against Disa's heart, which reared into a gallop at the sight of it.

The thing was slow and stiff as it coiled around Defne's hind leg. Disa wondered when it would go underground.

"It is ugly," she told the woman flatly, eyes on Yavru. Disa's face did not provide much reading material - if she was afraid or worried, it was not clearly written. "Do you like it?"