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“Nope. I heard the Mara got them. Could have been another tribe, though. They fight all the time, by the coast.” he said, his voice sneering, “Thats part of the reason why I left.” he glanced at her, “You got a taste of it, I hear, in Soldul.”

“Not so much warring.” she admitted, “But they were always ready for it.”

“Pretty much the same.” he said, glancing up as birds flittered and chimed in the trees. Malta took the opportunity afforded by his looking away to look at him – to really look at him. He was, structurally, a very ordinary khehora, lean with muscle and powerful of wing. His scales were the clear sky-blue of the cloudless desert days. His wing membrane and belly was streaked with dark peridot greens like hardy grasses, but most of his body – indeed, from his head to his tail – shimmered in the sunlight. Much like how Detraeus's friend Lithian's scales were ridged with blue, all of the smaller scales of this khehora's body were ridged with an iridescent silver. As Roshon walked, they moved and slid against each other, an almost mesmerizing display of light and flow that reminded Malta of the ocean in the moonlight.

“Did you know...” she said, her fins fluttering slightly as she revealed her thoughts, “That you have beautiful scales?”

“Hmm?” Roshon twisted his neck to glance at his back, the movement of his scales pausing along with him. “No?”

“Well you do.” she said shyly, “I like them.”