The sali in the room look at one another, more so the older ones slouched with their arms on their laps, two sali covered to their shoulders by wool blankets. "Enshala," one scoffs hoarsely with a look to the Forever One, and the other speaks "Maja" in a clipped tone, a warning given in their glare.
The sali - Maja - sighs with a shake of their head, looking away at first, but then looking at Enshala, in timing with the other sali. ... while the child, mostly looks between the sali with a brow knitted in concern for the most part; a face they try to hide from Ryo and Jingyi when they remember them in the room, quickly turning away.
Until it's time for their duty, and they look again, uncertainly, but not shying away.
"Everyone agrees to speak about this more when our people outside are safe. Bring our people, and bring yours here too. That's what they-- that's what we say," they correct quickly. "We will tell everyone not to attack anyone that looks weird, but talking's hard 'cause of that storm, but Enshala's gonna push it back!"
Their fists are balled at their sides, and if they had a face to show colour to it, it would surely be showing now in their attempt to sound older than they are. But their head snaps to look at the non-sulking sali, asking, "Auntie?", a silence in the air for a few seconds before they nod their head - "Yeah!" - and look back to the Voidtreckers.
"If you can help outside, we'll take your clothes and fix them. We have fine cloaks," they're sure to emphasise smugly. "You can strip and find out when you want."
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The sali - Maja - sighs with a shake of their head, looking away at first, but then looking at Enshala, in timing with the other sali. ... while the child, mostly looks between the sali with a brow knitted in concern for the most part; a face they try to hide from Ryo and Jingyi when they remember them in the room, quickly turning away.
Until it's time for their duty, and they look again, uncertainly, but not shying away.
"Everyone agrees to speak about this more when our people outside are safe. Bring our people, and bring yours here too. That's what they-- that's what we say," they correct quickly. "We will tell everyone not to attack anyone that looks weird, but talking's hard 'cause of that storm, but Enshala's gonna push it back!"
Their fists are balled at their sides, and if they had a face to show colour to it, it would surely be showing now in their attempt to sound older than they are. But their head snaps to look at the non-sulking sali, asking, "Auntie?", a silence in the air for a few seconds before they nod their head - "Yeah!" - and look back to the Voidtreckers.
"If you can help outside, we'll take your clothes and fix them. We have fine cloaks," they're sure to emphasise smugly. "You can strip and find out when you want."