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@ -99,7 +99,9 @@ Mikáryo glanced at him.
"And you are a gossiping whore, Chìko," she said playfully.
He winked at her. "Do you plan on seeing him again?"
He winked at her. "Of course."
The smile faded. "Do you plan on seeing him again?"
"No," she sighed. "Our ride together has long since passed. He went one way, I went another. We will never meet again."
@ -109,7 +111,7 @@ He winked at her. "Do you plan on seeing him again?"
Kichìko worked quietly, moving his body along her body as with his effort to shape a man on her skin. She didn't dare look in fear that she bump his hand. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what his powers insisted he tattoo into her skin.
He worked for almost an hour before she realized he had said something important. "You've seen him latest?"
He worked for almost an hour before she realized he had said something important. "You've seen him lately?"
"Of course, more than once."
@ -119,9 +121,9 @@ Kichìko gave her a hard look. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Please?"
"He is one of my customers now. I did a tattoo for him. The strangest thing, for a day clan, he wanted only black. That seems like a very moon thing to do, don't you think?"
"He is now one of my customers. I've marked him some months ago. The strangest thing, for a day clan, he wanted only black. That seems like a very moon thing to do, don't you think?"
"Of what?" A small part of her hoped it would be a horse, a symbol of her.
"Of what?" A small part of her hoped it would be a horse, a symbol that would represent her.
"A bird. A small running bird of their clan. Nothing more."
@ -135,7 +137,7 @@ She started to relax but then her eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth to say
Mikáryo sniffed and used her free hand to wipe the tear. "Is he good?"
"Very much so. Everyone loves him, day and night. He gets beaten up a lot but his presence has stopped more than a few fights just by showing up. No one wants to upset the man who speaks for the desert for both sun and moon."
"Very much so. Everyone respects him, day and night. He still gets beaten up a lot but his presence has stopped more than a few fights just by showing up. No one wants to upset the man who speaks for the desert and treats the sun and moon as equals."
He switched tattooing sticks. "Ever since, I've gotten more customers from both sides. More color though, not everyone with a sun up their ass is into pitch black."