Sepirah watched as she told her story, her eyes never betraying a spark of emotion beyond what she let, which was not much. It was surprising to her how similar her and Sonje were - both wishing to belong, and yet not being able to, at least not for Sonje. Sepirah was attempting to fit herself into Inferni, and it was not hard to do - her sly and sneaky nature was perfect for the warrior clan. And yet she couldn't help but feel for Sonje, at least a little bit, although she did not show it in her eyes.
She shrugged along with Sonje, not letting her know the true facts of her family, or her father and half-sister. "There is always a way to make a new start," she said vaguely. She then looked down at the carcass once more, at Sonje's suggestion. Deftly, she removed the knife from her ankle brace and cut out a chunk of skin from the deer; she then fashioned a very crude 'bag' from the skin, putting various bones and hunks of meat inside; she could salt them and preserve them, and make weapons from the bones.
"Where did you get your horse?" she asked Sonje, curious, as she began to walk back to the fire with her spoils.
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