Needing Something

Karabela chuckled as Sparrow’s ears fell flat against her head, the youth swirling to face her. She couldn’t help herself. It was a disease, really. The girl muttered her true name, Sparrow, before scrambling back and yelling that she was sick. Raba’s brow furrowed in worry and she kept her feet planted, head cocking to the side at this new news. She knew there was some sort of illness going around but she’d spent most of her time on border patrols rather than mixing with others in the heart of the territory and thus she was lost on the details of who exactly was sick and who wasn’t. “I guess I’d ask if you’ve seen one of the other healers but that seems pretty obvious, no?” Raba grinned. She was all for making the best of a situation.

Raba was going to break her neck if she cocked it any farther to the side. She chuckled at Sparrow’s question. “Me? What do I need? Hmmm….” She paused as if thinking of the question but in truth it was a question she was rather afraid to answer. What did she need apart from the obvious things like shelter and food? Ah, now that was a terrifying question. “At the moment? Nothing really. I was killing for practice so if you don’t want to eat it you can feed it to the coyotes or something.”

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