[He considers her offer. Words and gesture line up, like a deliberate display, like she's making a point. Nevertheless, Chesed takes a few steps and settles in front of him rather than behind him, leaning against his leg, her yellow eyes catching the firelight. Whatever else the offer might be, it's genuine. So he huffs, amused and surprised at once.
Alright then.]
Why did you choose to come to Zion? You obviously have no connection to the New Canaanites.
[There are reasons why they don't get a lot of visitors, and the White Legs aren't the only one.]
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Alright then.]
Why did you choose to come to Zion? You obviously have no connection to the New Canaanites.
[There are reasons why they don't get a lot of visitors, and the White Legs aren't the only one.]