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Nightkeeper nodded when the grandmotherly female asked her about her course of action. "To be honest," she said, "I hadn't really thought of any other life than a loner's before I stumbled upon your borders. I realized, wait, maybe being alone isn't the best idea. Maybe I could actually be worth something for once, you know?" she asked, and blushed. "I have... Kind of an unstable self-esteem issue. Emotions hit me harder. I can look tough, like nothing anyone says can faze me, but I still feel pretty crappy under the mask." She chuckled. "You could say I have good face composure." She was surprised at herself for sharing this. She could tell Soran was definitely formidable as an enemy or a warrior, but she had an air about her that spoke of understanding and motherliness. Nightkeeper had never met anyone quite the same, which wasn't saying much; she hadn't met many creatures she could talk to in her short life. She smiled as she remembered the horse herd she had run into quite by accident; the animals and her had a rough and jagged way of communicating in the short time they had spent together, but they both had come to an agreement that if the wolf-girl didn't steal the lead stallion's mares and foals, they wouldn't attack as a herd. It had been quite an interesting experience, and the tiny misunderstandings in the high- and low-speech overlaps that had escalated into outrageously exaggerated offenses were quite amusing indeed. When Soran introduced Nightkeeper to Mati, the dark-pelted female wasn't quite up-to-date with polite greeting gestures, and had to settle for a nod and a slight awkward bow.
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Nightkeeper nodded when the grandmotherly female asked her about her course of action. "To be honest," she said, "I hadn't really thought of any other life than a loner's before I stumbled upon your borders. I realized, wait, maybe being alone isn't the best idea. Maybe I could actually be worth something for once, you know?" she asked, and blushed. "I have... Kind of an unstable self-esteem issue. Emotions hit me harder. I can look tough, like nothing anyone says can faze me, but I still feel pretty crappy under the mask." She chuckled. "You could say I have good face composure." She was surprised at herself for sharing this. She could tell Soran was definitely formidable as an enemy or a warrior, but she had an air about her that spoke of understanding and motherliness. Nightkeeper had never met anyone quite the same, which wasn't saying much; she hadn't met many creatures she could talk to in her short life. She smiled as she remembered the horse herd she had run into quite by accident; the animals and her had a rough and jagged way of communicating in the short time they had spent together, but they both had come to an agreement that if the wolf-girl didn't steal the lead stallion's mares and foals, they wouldn't attack as a herd. It had been quite an interesting experience, and the tiny misunderstandings in the high- and low-speech overlaps that had escalated into outrageously exaggerated offenses were quite amusing indeed. When Soran introduced Nightkeeper to Mati, the dark-pelted female wasn't quite up-to-date with polite greeting gestures, and had to settle for a nod and a slight awkward bow.
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