[Someone else is also peering down over the Dotharl lands, but from much higher up - on top of the building itself, rather than the ground. But his look wasn't a thoughtful one. Beneath the mask of his headdress, his lips curled in disgust. He could hear the girl muttering to herself below, and her words alone marked her as a Dotharl. A Dotharl, walking among Oronir? No wonder she was contemplating being in trouble.
Still, Alaqa was in a piss poor mood. He hadn't particularly wanted to come back to the Steppe after leaving a couple of years ago, but here he was, dragged back on someone else's quest like a cart full of dung sacks on their way to Reunion. If he were in a better mood, he wouldn't have leapt from the top of the building, wouldn't have landed in the shadows near the girl, and wouldn't have attempted to prod a sleeping aurochs.
Too bad Lionnet wasn't there to rein him in.]
For becoming bedfellows enough with the Oronir to not be killed on sight? I should say so.
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Still, Alaqa was in a piss poor mood. He hadn't particularly wanted to come back to the Steppe after leaving a couple of years ago, but here he was, dragged back on someone else's quest like a cart full of dung sacks on their way to Reunion. If he were in a better mood, he wouldn't have leapt from the top of the building, wouldn't have landed in the shadows near the girl, and wouldn't have attempted to prod a sleeping aurochs.
Too bad Lionnet wasn't there to rein him in.]
For becoming bedfellows enough with the Oronir to not be killed on sight? I should say so.