Yes, I'm Embers. I mean, I'm Sasha, but Mr. Krieg calls me Embers. I guess if you want to too, you can.
[Honestly, call her whatever you want, just don't call her late to dinner.
Sasha drops her stick and moves to her feet, brushing her hands off on her pants before holding a hand out to Maya.]
It's nice to meet you, Miss Maya. [If Maya thought she was going to escape Sasha's neverending politeness to her elders, she thought wrong. Turning back to Krieg, she nods.] I never lived in a city before I joined the military. I grew up in the forest.
[The Rangers? Now there's an idea. Not much more to learn that she already doesn't know.]
Nicknames are more of his thing, but it's nice to meet you, Sasha.
[She's spent time with Armin, she's pretty sure with some people, there will always be a Miss in front of her name. Still, it's better then other things and she'll nod and reach out to shake Sasha's hand.]
It sounds like Rangers might be a good idea if you know about the forest. Are you looking for a job here?
[A few minutes pass, and he texts her a screencap of his PC's overview screen.
At the bottom of the box, she'll see two entries that have a blinking "NEW" tag attached; one Electrode, nickname: Blitz, and one Incineroar, nickname: Polo.
Spoilers: If she thinks he's going to call her back right away, she's going to be waiting for a while.]
[Thida had followed Maya's advice after she and Krieg woke up from going back home, and left Krieg alone for a while. He needed Krieg Time, and was upset, and Thida was his friend. She didn't want to dogpile on him right away when he wasn't okay.
But she'd like to send him a message now, at least.]
She's tried grooming Lute. She ended up gnawing on his horn. I can't tell if he really minds, or if he's letter her get away with it because he's too hot to move right now.
[ She sends him several, since he did ask in plural. The first is from further away, where Sahara is more difficult to see much beyond her rounded head and her body hovering over Lute's horn. He's lying on his side, relaxed, mane of fur mussed, visible eye closed.
The second photo is from closer, and another angle. Sahara is visibly chewing on Lute's horn, saliva strands connecting her mouth and his horn.
The third is from much closer. Teeth, horn. Teeth not touching horn in this moment, but about to.
The fourth is further away again, mostly of Lute's face as one eye is slit open and he looks at the camera with a "why" sort of expression.
The fifth is actually a short video of this happening, with Lute sighing out a "sol" and Sahara making happy tra-tra-tra sounds while gnawing. ]
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