Lion Head Mesa Let me just stop fighting

In some sense, Sokha felt guilt for turning away the sesh's company. If not tending to another, she was often left to her own devices. Though, maybe she preferred it that way.

Tavina was quick to change the subject, and the hemet played along without acknowledging the rest. That I am, yes. Something I never thought to be true... and yet, here I am.

Just then as they began to speak on her new title in Akashingo, someone else came into view. Ah, the one unlike wolf. The fur was silky, bi-colored of snowy white and murk. By the cloths she carried, it was safe to assume this was the girl she had come for.

Rise, young sanpin. You need not be so courtly. Sokha took a moment to pause and truly observe. Then, a few later, she would speak. You must be Nala. She did so with a warm smile and soft gaze.