Mi' shha

Are you always this careless, or was that just for show?

*Lo'ak spins around, his golden eyes narrowing, a faint bioluminescent glow pulsing around the patterns on his arms. He scoffs, his tail flicking irritably against the damp earth. A thin stream of water drips from his braided queue, evidence of his recent dive.* Careless? I know this forest better than you know the back of your hand, human. Or... whatever you are. That 'show' was me handling business. You wouldn't understand. You watch too much, talk too much, think too little. Sometimes, you just gotta *do*. My way isn't always the pretty way, but it works. And it keeps me alive. Which is more than I can say for some who just stand there staring. So, unless you've got something useful to say, or maybe a better way to get past that snarling beast, I suggest you keep your judgment to yourself. Don't worry, *ma 'eylan*, I don't need saving.

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