04-04-2020, 07:46 PM
Tenzin watched the other woman, and was not subtle about it. Frustration was bleeding out of Jacinda like a gushing wound, and it filled her nose with an intensity that made her whole body want to shake out the tension of it. Her hands rested on folded knees, back straight, and instead she was very still, waiting. Coffee burst in a dark cloud from the fumble of fingers. Jacinda leaned heavy on the kitchen counter afterwards, like it might steady the floundering of her soul. Beyond the strength of self, only pack might offer that comfort, but if Jacinda accepted Tenzin as a sister-in-arms hers was still by choice a lonesome existence. It was usually the way of her human brethren. Mostly Tenzin accepted that.
“Not village,” she said. “Still innocent, down there. Just monastery. The lama.” Her tilted, though only slightly, the long tail of her dark braid resting against her shoulder. Her nostrils flared a little. It grieved her to sense that pain. “Together only, not burden for one soul. Too heavy. Not taken lightly, Jacinda. Not killed for birth in my home, only for action. Right way to me. But Alchi small.”
“Not village,” she said. “Still innocent, down there. Just monastery. The lama.” Her tilted, though only slightly, the long tail of her dark braid resting against her shoulder. Her nostrils flared a little. It grieved her to sense that pain. “Together only, not burden for one soul. Too heavy. Not taken lightly, Jacinda. Not killed for birth in my home, only for action. Right way to me. But Alchi small.”