12-17-2008, 05:51 PM
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The woman coming towards him was not Tayui. She was as black as pitch and charcoal, with a bolder face than Tayui's soft, wise one. There were feathers in her hair and marks on her face that an artist had painted into her skin, and he knew that she was the important thing he was waiting for.[/html]
She wants to know if you're looking for Tayui.
Agani smiled up at her, the same charming, childish smile he'd given to Shaeniire all those months ago, when he had almost been eaten by a fox and his snake lay curled around his neck. The multitude of rings and bars in his ears clicked against each other. "I am," he said. "She's my m-m-mother, ma'am. I'm Agani."