"That's so awful," Niraya commiserated. Just imagining being in that position herself brought shiny unshed tears to her eyes. But just as fast the sadness started turning into something else.
"I'm so tired of hearing stories like these. Every time it's orcs...orcs found the tribe and came and killed them. Orcs stopped the tribe from moving where the food was, so they starved. Orcs killed the hunters. Orcs killed the women. Orcs killed the children!"
She paced away to a tree and braced her hands against the rough bark, leaning forward with her head between her elbows to stare fixedly at the ground. One of those tears fell now; a little bomb of salt water that plished harmlessly onto the ground and was gone.
"I want to kill them," she said softly. "All of them. So no tribe of men has to tell a story like that ever again."
"I'm so tired of hearing stories like these. Every time it's orcs...orcs found the tribe and came and killed them. Orcs stopped the tribe from moving where the food was, so they starved. Orcs killed the hunters. Orcs killed the women. Orcs killed the children!"
She paced away to a tree and braced her hands against the rough bark, leaning forward with her head between her elbows to stare fixedly at the ground. One of those tears fell now; a little bomb of salt water that plished harmlessly onto the ground and was gone.
"I want to kill them," she said softly. "All of them. So no tribe of men has to tell a story like that ever again."