No-yell produced a piece of home made looking paper and one of their charcoal looking writing implements.
“What- What are you doing?” Daisy leaned in curiously to have a look-see.
Turning the paper away from her, I cut it in half and tried to recreate the key Sunny had given me off of memory.
I got pretty far down before I realized I had an avid audience.
“You write Lo denaii?” Daisy blurted.
Glancing her way, I snarked sweetly, “You mean your special skills don’t include that?”
“No,” she admitted slowly, like I wasn’t being a jerk to her for pulling this shit with me.
Was Kehl really refusing to sell to her because of me?
Irked at this whole thing, the further upheaval to my already shit existence, I wrote what I felt.
“Let the bunny acquire,” I wrote out carefully using the symbols, adding the symbol that was an equivalent to a market. There was no PS, or symbols for kiss or ass, so I settled for signing off with my name and a note below that told him to eat my fruit, with an added angry face doodle. Hopefully he figures it out.
“Here. Give this toKehlro,” I grumbled. Folding it in half, I handed it over to her.
A bark of a laugh left No-yell at Kehlor’s butchered name.
Daisy took the note, happily, but had yet to make herself scarce.
I was in the middle of trying to convince No-yell, actual name Noyel, that I was just fine and dandy besides the grumbles dealing with idiots gave me, lying my generous rump off, when Dace came scrambling down the path.
“Berkie said he heard you growling!” Dace squeaked out worriedly.
“Berkr,” the male grumbled out as he followed closely behind her.
He was her shadow the second she left the hut, if he wasn’t on a hunt or the millions of other things the village beasts do to feed and protect us all.
Daisy’s instant frown, the almost hurt look on her face, were my first clue.
Her flat out scowl at Dace calling Berkr Berkie was my second.
A small, shocked laugh left me. “You asked him to join your harem and he told you no, didn’t he?” I was too out of it to keep this a quiet thought. My gaze darted from Daisy and her males, who seemed uncomfortable with the question, Daisy’s spluttering, red face, back to Dace and Berkr.
Berkr didn’t make a face but the grunt he let out said he was surprised I knew this.
“Berkie- Uh- Berkr only wants one mate. He says it all the time. Daisy has a lot of mates.” Dace laughed off the whole thing like it was silly. She meant no ill will. It sounded preposterous given that.
“That’s why you hate her,” I murmured.
“She really did hurt herself,” Daisy huffed and puffed.
No-yell sighed and gave up trying to convince me to get looked over in favor of packing up his bag to get the hell out of here before crap blew up. A wise choice.
“Who did? Are they okay?” Dace’s gaze darted around. “I just got some healing herbs from my garden. What happened?” Dace’s gaze fell to me. “Was it from the bread? You have to wait ‘til it cools or it’ll get you good. Carrie tried warning me but I didn’t listen the first time, either.”
“Is that what you told her?” Daisy bit out.
Dace blinked at the bite in Daisy’s words. Leaning in closer to me, she whispered, “What’s she talking about? I don’t understand.”
“She’s trying to imply you self harmed for attention using fire? Burning yourself? Or something of the like,” I surmised.
Dace held out her hands and tugged up her sleeves, exposing very well healed burn scars. With a little sigh that would have been much louder had it come from me, Dace murmured, “I was saving something from the fire.”
