"In my experience most Avistani ignore the name and fail to greet my little friend." Shashkenak placidly twists her thick neck back and forth in a kind of amused shrug.
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"Oh no, everyone makes their own kind of contribution. Breakspear? You likely know more of battlefield wounds than I ever will. You bring a different experience to bear!" Surprised at Kyrie's request, Shashkenak's nictitating membranes flutter back and forth. "Pet? Yes, of course! She's named Handshake for a reason!"
Shashkenak gently takes the bit of shell between two claws and places it to the side. She then lifts the egg to her mouth, tips it back, and rolls the contents around like a Taldan tasing wine.
Shashkenak's tongue flickers out at Bort's mention of deities, though she doesn't interrupt. Her mottled green and brown scales gleam dully in what little sunlight can force its way past the Giant's Head's windows. She turns her head to the side, dipping it downwards, to consider Bort with one steel gray eye. "Wound tender, thing knower. My friend and I," Shashkenak gestures to the leshy sitting next to her, "are members of the Magaambya. Stars know you've heard of them. Teachings from the world over! A boon to any endeavor!" The iruxi shows a row of gleaming teeth, but something about the set of her jaw softens what might otherwise be a predatory grin; she's clearly practiced the expression. "And as a thing knower, I would know about these deities you've met!" She reaches for the bandolier across her chest, then taps three claws against the leather book fastened there. |