Just Another Day

"Rajé!" Shanku squealed as she came across the young dam. Rajé turned curiously to see who was calling her and began to grin.

"Well, about time! I've been coming here for years expecting to find you, but you've been gone!" Rajé playfully scolded Shanku as she wrapped her up in a quick hug.

"I've been just a tad bit busy," Shanku giggled. "Swashbuckling adventures at sea, frozen solid in the far north, threatened within an inch of my life, threatening an elder within an inch of his life, and I petted The Goblin Hound."

"All quite unbecoming of a lady," Rajé teased.

"I ain't no lady," Shanku huffed.

"Your vocabulary certainly suggests so," Rajé sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "I'd heard rumour a Scissortail had been brazen enough to just walk up to him. I should have guessed it was you. And precisely why did you pet Kleu like a common dog?"

"It seemed appropriate at the time," Shanku shrugged. "Everybody was scared of him, he thought we hated him, I figured I'd show a bit of friendliness."

"I suppose it worked," Rajé replied as she tilted her head. "Are the Sylvans more relaxed with the fae and goblin folk now?"

"No, not exactly," Shanku said uneasily. "If anything, I think they're more nervous than before after Kleu said he would 'take away' the 'bad' ones now."

"Oh well, it can't be helped," Rajé frowned. "I suppose they need a bit more time."

"I take it the Prairie kurach spend time with them regularly then?" Shanku asked.

"To some degree, yes. We don't actively avoid them, but we don't seek them out that often either. Speaking of which, you should go find Onami. He's been asking about you as much as I have, if not more so," Rajé suggested.

"Given that you're the second to tell me that, I suppose I should. Until next time," Shanku saluted her friend and began to make her way through the camp to try and find the shaman.