High Offense
"Have you ascended yet?" Sigrid asked skeptically.
"Descended?" Shanku corrected as she hunched her wings up around her in shame. "Yes."
Sigrid backhanded her with a fierce growl. Shanku rubbed her sore cheek as Sigrid leaned directly before her face.
"Heresy!" she snarled. "The form is a gift! A mark of strength and control!" She raised up and glared at Shanku from the corner of her eye. "Only the weak remain in your form."
"In me experience, dere is no such ting as control as a furball," Shanku grumbled.
"Then you have no real experience," Sigrid said coldly. "Come. Buy cloth, make clothes."
Shanku grabbed a nearby stack and thrust it at her escort. Gift? Curse. And yer bad behaviour is proof o' dat, ya cur. She glared at Sigrid as she bought the cloth from the merchant. Barbarians, dem all...
Sigrid took Shanku briskly back to the tower in the Quarters. Shanku sat sullenly beside the door as Sigrid unlocked the chest by the table.
Notes & Commentary
March 28, 2013, Thursday
High Offense
Whee, culture clash! When you cannot speak openly, think openly. Certainly keeps me out of a lot of trouble.
Aye, the Highlands remain Feral partially for religious reasons and partially as a sign of status. Just as domestic animals have less adrenaline than their wild counterparts, so do Tame Kurach have less adrenaline than Feral and are more prone to anger and aggression. Those who cannot keep this in check and routinely attack friends and family without reason are held in contempt.
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Sigrid -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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