Inali seemed to hate Poisons but considering the symptoms the Edisi described, it was no wonder. Niv wasn’t oblivious to the effects poisons had on the giant ones, she knew without a doubt they were bad, but didn’t fully understand how bad. The Tunawa simply collected them and for others to make cures, and nothing more. All Niv’s knowledge was from word of mouth or from the occasional book but It was hard to truly understand something that didn’t affect you.
Niv did her best to answer Inali’s muttered questions as best she could, though most required more thinking than Inali allowed.
“Um no hurt to grow, deh wilt like most flowers…um.” Niv stopped as she tried to understand what a hair cut was. It eventually clued in that Hair was another name for the vines and grass that grew out of the scalp, but why would they cut it?
“Why yews cut hair?” Niv’s head tilted in thought as she considered what purpose it could serve. The strange way grass would sometimes grow on the tall folks head, was that on purpose?
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Niv pinched her brow when Inali confessed her fear of going back home. Considering how much the Tunawa wanted to go home, it seemed unthinkable that someone would be afraid of where they came from.
“Why yews afraid of place dat yews come from?”
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“No I stay wit yews” Niv barked back with a harsh sounding whisper. Niv would never ever ever ever be able to leave a person behind to face a grim fate. Even if Niv wasn’t the best at combat she was quite adept at distraction, though this would only work if Inali was a capable fighter. Seeing Inali wield her sword with confidence made Niv feel a lot better about their chances but to say she wasn’t afraid would be a bold faced lie.
The bush stopped rustling as Inali moved closer, whatever lurked in that bush was aware it wasn’t alone. It was likely waiting for the blue skinned women to get closer so it could pounce and catch her of guard. The already quiet forest became unbearably silent, and time moved slowed to a crawl.
Then without warning, a beast leaped out of the bush only to reveal that it was nothing more than a harmless feathered feline the locals called a featherpaw. It was rather small, even a little cute despite it’s slightly morbid undertones and showed no interest attacking Inali. It instead eyed Patcha hungrily and tried to jump high enough to hit the bird with its claws. It was thankfully a few feet short of reaching its goal.
“No! bad kitty, leave Patcha be!” Niv cried at the strange cat.
Niv did her best to answer Inali’s muttered questions as best she could, though most required more thinking than Inali allowed.
“Um no hurt to grow, deh wilt like most flowers…um.” Niv stopped as she tried to understand what a hair cut was. It eventually clued in that Hair was another name for the vines and grass that grew out of the scalp, but why would they cut it?
“Why yews cut hair?” Niv’s head tilted in thought as she considered what purpose it could serve. The strange way grass would sometimes grow on the tall folks head, was that on purpose?
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Niv pinched her brow when Inali confessed her fear of going back home. Considering how much the Tunawa wanted to go home, it seemed unthinkable that someone would be afraid of where they came from.
“Why yews afraid of place dat yews come from?”
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“No I stay wit yews” Niv barked back with a harsh sounding whisper. Niv would never ever ever ever be able to leave a person behind to face a grim fate. Even if Niv wasn’t the best at combat she was quite adept at distraction, though this would only work if Inali was a capable fighter. Seeing Inali wield her sword with confidence made Niv feel a lot better about their chances but to say she wasn’t afraid would be a bold faced lie.
The bush stopped rustling as Inali moved closer, whatever lurked in that bush was aware it wasn’t alone. It was likely waiting for the blue skinned women to get closer so it could pounce and catch her of guard. The already quiet forest became unbearably silent, and time moved slowed to a crawl.
Then without warning, a beast leaped out of the bush only to reveal that it was nothing more than a harmless feathered feline the locals called a featherpaw. It was rather small, even a little cute despite it’s slightly morbid undertones and showed no interest attacking Inali. It instead eyed Patcha hungrily and tried to jump high enough to hit the bird with its claws. It was thankfully a few feet short of reaching its goal.
“No! bad kitty, leave Patcha be!” Niv cried at the strange cat.
