Kailani doesn’t waste any time. “</i>Inaya, ma linde chreu im way<i>,” she says, her voice dry and crackling in her throat. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a command.
[inaya.introduced|Inaya|The little girl] hesitates. “</i>Yol tou ki yalla kamba
[1]<i>?” she asks with all the innocent naivete of a little girl.
“</i>Ui bana vanik
[2]<i>!” Kailani barks, her volume rising and her tone deepening. You’ve never seen her speak to [inaya.introduced|Inaya|her kit] like that, and, evidently, neither has she: as soon as the words leave Kailani’s mouth, [inaya.introduced|Inaya|the girl] is off like a dart, running from the hut towards the bonfire in the center of the village for shelter. {first time|You’re suddenly feeling rather vulnerable.
As soon as she’s gone, Kailani reaches forward with both hands to grip onto your [pc.upperGarments] and nearly throws you into the hut. She pivots her body and slams you into the stone wall just beside the entrance, pinning you between her and it.
“I am in heat,” she says, her lips constantly fidgeting along her teeth and her nose crinkled like she’s about to bite you. “You are my mate. <b>Deal with this</b>.”
[1] Literally, “You why do smell funny?” Translated, “Why do you smell [so] funny?”
[2] “I said leave!”