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Her eyes were on Pendzez as he took a step back. She slightly relaxed, but wasn’t sure if this was a trick or not. He offered his name and she looked at him with a look of insecurity. How could she pronounce such a name? She thought, but she bit her lip and made herself be polite.
“Sikira.... um no. no no that’s not it. Siiiira Kira.”
She said. She did not seem embarrassed that she got her own name wrong, as though she meant to say it like that. She bit her lip and moved her feet, not sure whether she should just leave or continue this strange talk with this white man. It was possibly his color that kept her from running. His explanation of unsheathing a sword made her tilt her head. Then she looked down at his legs.
“You fight your sword like a warrior?”
She frowned. Her knowledge of swords were far naughtier than what this man was talking about and she looked away at once, knowing that if she showed any sign that he might just make her lay down. That was the touching part and he never told her he didn’t touch. She started moving closer to the cave that was her sanctuary. She should have kept her stupid mouth shut.
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