The words were met with a quick step back as Foxglove put a bit more distance between herself and the strange creatures with bizarre necks. She did not want to risk whatever attack they were prepared to use happening to her. The male spoke with disdain, it seemed; his opinion of the llamas seemed extremely low. Szellem did not share her concerns, however, moving closer to see the creatures. They were unlike the things he knew of, and certainly there had been none in the tribe.
Foxglove's eyes turned downcast then. Though she was not the cause of his apparent anger, she could not help but feel as if she was the reason he was thinking about it, having had to answer her question. She hadn't the faintest idea of what he was talking about, though, and she could not help but ask about the words. She was unaware of anything happening. "What do you mean, not worth a life? Did something happen?" She felt foolish for not knowing the answer already.
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