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Kiva's face drained of emotion when Savacea insisted she was acting like a child. To be scolded by a savage. Kiva shook her head at herself and moved to where Savacea was, "I should not have lost my temper. It was foolish, but this sword... is the last memory I have of my mother. I do not know how it is with your... people. To Myrians, most of us, family is everything. We identify ourselves by our clan. I feared I would lose it."
She scooted closer with her jar, the centipede inside still fighting for life. Kiva paid it no mind but started to hold it next to the rock, but stopped and held it out to Savacea in an offering for her to try to get the centipede herself, "Do you only study poison?" The question was tense, but she was trying. Kiva had used force, but perhaps Savacea had another ability other than climbing. She tried to think of questions to ask, something to do to push away the remains of her anger.
She looked around, trying to spot signs of more centipedes. Bits of sand were scattered too and fro but nothing to indicate definite tracks. A few places with concentrated sand had small lines where the bug might have crawled but they quickly ended. She narrowed her eyes as she looked around, spotting small round pellets nearby. Kiva tried to get a closer look but didn't leave Savacea again. She reached out, leaning over to take one in her hand. They were damp from the sea mist, but hard. She rolled them in her fingers, nodding. It was the droppings of some animal. Kiva tossed it to the ground, and turned to her co-worker.
"Stay alert. There is something that lives nearby. I don't think it is very big, but it could be dangerous." She wiped her fingers on her pant leg and tried to find any more proof. It could very easily be nothing, the animal long gone. But it was always best to be ready for anything.
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Kiva's face drained of emotion when Savacea insisted she was acting like a child. To be scolded by a savage. Kiva shook her head at herself and moved to where Savacea was, "I should not have lost my temper. It was foolish, but this sword... is the last memory I have of my mother. I do not know how it is with your... people. To Myrians, most of us, family is everything. We identify ourselves by our clan. I feared I would lose it."
She scooted closer with her jar, the centipede inside still fighting for life. Kiva paid it no mind but started to hold it next to the rock, but stopped and held it out to Savacea in an offering for her to try to get the centipede herself, "Do you only study poison?" The question was tense, but she was trying. Kiva had used force, but perhaps Savacea had another ability other than climbing. She tried to think of questions to ask, something to do to push away the remains of her anger.
She looked around, trying to spot signs of more centipedes. Bits of sand were scattered too and fro but nothing to indicate definite tracks. A few places with concentrated sand had small lines where the bug might have crawled but they quickly ended. She narrowed her eyes as she looked around, spotting small round pellets nearby. Kiva tried to get a closer look but didn't leave Savacea again. She reached out, leaning over to take one in her hand. They were damp from the sea mist, but hard. She rolled them in her fingers, nodding. It was the droppings of some animal. Kiva tossed it to the ground, and turned to her co-worker.
"Stay alert. There is something that lives nearby. I don't think it is very big, but it could be dangerous." She wiped her fingers on her pant leg and tried to find any more proof. It could very easily be nothing, the animal long gone. But it was always best to be ready for anything.
