11/9/2026, 8:26 PM
He nodded, pleased that she said his whole, complete name without hesitation. All is forgiven, though he still does not understand the point of a name for so many to call him something else. Fa’liya was not the first, and most certainly was not going to be the last from his current experience.
There was thought behind his eyes, like he was trying to figure out multiple things at once with her comments. He is not completely satisfied with the answer, the intrusive thoughts he often had of violent caribou flashing through his head for a moment. But when she said they are not stupid? A brow lifted, not in contention exactly, but in curious thought. ”Would you hang around someone who would eat you, even if they do not give the killing blow?” he asked, however adding on, ”I think it good they like you.”
A woman on the inside. Perhaps this is why she is the ghost talker, and perhaps this is why he could never be.
He lets them know he would eat them. Fa’liya hides the fact to gain their trust. An interesting lesson he learned this day.
The true reason for his approach was this odd stone though, one unlike any other he had seen. A tug of a frown tempted his lips when she said she did not know of it. He had hoped she had some wild explanation, but instead, both were stuck with the mystery of it all. She mentioned a shell, and he tilted his head one way and then the other as he observed it carefully. He had not seen many shells yet, only a small, small amount, and indeed, they were also very small things, the ones he saw. This was much larger.
”Living inside?” he questioned, his mind running wild with such an explanation. ”There are things that live with…hardness around them?” he inquired, wondering about the armors other creatures may naturally come with…the excitement! The disappointment in knowing he does not come with such hardness to protect him!
There was thought behind his eyes, like he was trying to figure out multiple things at once with her comments. He is not completely satisfied with the answer, the intrusive thoughts he often had of violent caribou flashing through his head for a moment. But when she said they are not stupid? A brow lifted, not in contention exactly, but in curious thought. ”Would you hang around someone who would eat you, even if they do not give the killing blow?” he asked, however adding on, ”I think it good they like you.”
A woman on the inside. Perhaps this is why she is the ghost talker, and perhaps this is why he could never be.
He lets them know he would eat them. Fa’liya hides the fact to gain their trust. An interesting lesson he learned this day.
The true reason for his approach was this odd stone though, one unlike any other he had seen. A tug of a frown tempted his lips when she said she did not know of it. He had hoped she had some wild explanation, but instead, both were stuck with the mystery of it all. She mentioned a shell, and he tilted his head one way and then the other as he observed it carefully. He had not seen many shells yet, only a small, small amount, and indeed, they were also very small things, the ones he saw. This was much larger.
”Living inside?” he questioned, his mind running wild with such an explanation. ”There are things that live with…hardness around them?” he inquired, wondering about the armors other creatures may naturally come with…the excitement! The disappointment in knowing he does not come with such hardness to protect him!