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Aydin

Thank goodness Niarok hadn’t seen me flinch when he clapped me on the shoulder. I hated being touched and more specifically, I hated being touched unexpectedly. I had turned away almost instantly, but he had been too tired to notice. At least I didn’t have to explain.

I also knew I had made a severe mistake by bringing up that story to someone I had just met. He looked horrified and I realized that might not have been the best thing to say to someone who potentially needed stitches soon.

I looked away and pulled my cloak closer around me. It was warming up fast and I could finally feel my hands again, but that just reminded me to be more careful to keep my paralysed right hand hidden.

The man’s eyebrows were significantly high and I felt foolish in a variety of ways.

“I’m… Rúan.”

I could feel his gaze sweeping over me and tried to disappear into my cloak without making it too obvious that I was trying not to exist.

“What clan are you from?” He asked, finally.

I frowned. Clan? He didn’t look like he was from Yerasht, his skin was too pale and his hair was flaming red, a color that I’d only seen among the Lehabim.

“You mean… tribe?” I asked, dubiously.

Now he looked dubious, but then shrugged, as if he didn’t care either way. Drat. I’d been hoping I could dodge that question.

Both my answers were bad.

“I’m not from any,” I said, flatly. I wasn’t anymore. Hadn’t he seen the frayed edge of my cloak that marked me as tribeless?

(Author’s note: Tribeless basically means outlawed. It means he got kicked out of a tribe because of some crime or thing like that. In his case that was *indistinct mumbling*)

Glory be, he seemed to accept that. Explanations would have been extremely awkward.

“Can you use that?” I asked, nodding toward his sword.

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@mamaauthoress

I’m just assuming he has a sword XD I have no idea XD

Aydin is almost as awkward at small-talk as I am XD