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Shappa, Red Thunder
Shappa relaxed as the badger warrior slang the rabbit over its shoulder. A delighted smile illuminated her face “May you live long and plentifully Tarofry.” The little badgerfolk seemed to grow on Shappa fairly quickly, Maybe she just felt alone and was thankful that she wasn’t anymore. Perhaps there were many more similarities with this plane compared to hers than she had previously thought.
The huntress would dust her shoulder and go through the remainder of her figure lightly. She wondered if others like her might have also been reincarnated to this world, it didn’t seem unlikely. A lot didn’t make sense but she grasped at hope. A hope fading like clouds after a warm summer rain that she would see her loved ones again. She’d put that melancholy behind her as far as she could. For now there was still much to learn.
The young huntress nodded as the badger folk revealed his plan to bring his tribe, then to find what she assumed was the remainder of his search party. As for a hearing with their chief about her admittance into the clan. She quickly wondered if it was a common practice for these badger people to have humans among their ranks. As long as she didn’t have to marry some kind of badger prince, she didn’t mind. But she entertained the idea of learning from them and their ways of life. She wasn’t surprised anymore. A fact that sent a subtle feeling of confidence through her body.
Shappas hand was pressed over her delicate lips, in thought as Tarofry concluded, nodding in agreement.
His comment about the “angrier relatives” was met with a sudden tilt of her head before quickly asking, “Angrier relative?” She remarked curiously, “You mean, your kind are not all like you?”
A question Tarofry didn’t seem to notice as he suddenly jumped upon a boulder to signal someone further down the mountain. Shappa would surely have pulled him back down by his little belt for giving away their position, and probably go through an angrier lecture, but the little steel clad warrior seemed so confident and to a degree, Shappa trusted the badger's sense of danger.
She would shift her gaze in the direction to where Tarofry was waving at, noticing the elf he was trying to flag down. She seemed quite distressed, but the huntress certainly understood feelings of distaste or loathing. “Maybe she’s lost?” She said, as she shielded her eyes gazing out towards the elf. Her black braids now dusting off with the breeze that was beginning to rise.
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