She marveled at his work, but remained fairly quite despite her explanations, a trait that made the coyote female who she was. The Eternian had never found it necessary to be loud and vivacious — why ruin her strength with childish, girly antics such as that? No, she much preferred her silence. Even if others did not. Fiery red eyes turned from the craft to the man as he spoke, noticing how his tail swayed behind him and the surprise in his eyes. His name was Alaki, and she had been wrong. He was a warrior instead of a craftsman. How silly of her to assume otherwise.
Tlantli allowed her posture to relax, weight falling comfortably against the nearest wall as she pondered his question. What did she want to do there in Anathema? What suited her best? "Aye ahm ae fighter. Warrior. Strong, liek you, aye ahm sure." More subtle, vague flirtation that didn't show on her features. She was a fighter, yes, with more skill than strong Miqui or quick Imacai, but she would not be a warrior there. "Aye haft not think of what aye do here. Maybe aye eksplore caves. They ahre intres'ing." It seemed a simple enough task, to be interested by the caves. Or perhaps she could remain as she was and simply teach those she felt worthy before moving on to some new place.
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