"I get you," Galli complains, fully ready to accept not owing Guts anything in particular. Debts are always uncomfortable. "You make sense! That old witch doesn't. There's all these crazy stories about her, I don't know how she's lived to get old if any of them are true. She's not sick now or whatever, is she? That's the last thing I need."
Someone hasn't gotten the memo about not telling outsiders anything about the magic practiced here, though Galli knows and has seen so little anyway that she still thinks of it as witchcraft, it hasn't sunk in that they use other terms for magic here. The enclave puts a lot of stock into oaths and they say some weird things that she's not sure even work, mostly.
The rope has been allowed to go slack as more girls notice Guts standing there. A very tall young woman with some prominent burn scars twisting one side of her mouth into a permanent sneer holds the hands of a pair of littles and watches him uncertainly.
"Hey, bear-boy!" He brought back Safflower wet but unharmed, so the stable girl from yesterday isn't going to have to find a way to kill him. "Come do tug-of-war! It's good exercise."
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Someone hasn't gotten the memo about not telling outsiders anything about the magic practiced here, though Galli knows and has seen so little anyway that she still thinks of it as witchcraft, it hasn't sunk in that they use other terms for magic here. The enclave puts a lot of stock into oaths and they say some weird things that she's not sure even work, mostly.
The rope has been allowed to go slack as more girls notice Guts standing there. A very tall young woman with some prominent burn scars twisting one side of her mouth into a permanent sneer holds the hands of a pair of littles and watches him uncertainly.
"Hey, bear-boy!" He brought back Safflower wet but unharmed, so the stable girl from yesterday isn't going to have to find a way to kill him. "Come do tug-of-war! It's good exercise."