Private Tales Troubles and Turbulences

[Mabess]

The she orc shrugged »Not a bother.«

Ubabe in the mean time, distanced herself from The two, dragging the child with her. The glances she occasionally gave them clearly weren't well intended.

 

[Hath Charosh]

"She is not happy with us," he grunted. He felt a flash of frustration again.

"Would you prefer weather like this? Not having to wear five layers of fur just to feel your own fingers?" he chuckled.

 

[Mabess]

Sheeha stared at Ubabe for a moment. The two exchanged a long staring match. »Ubabe likes peace.«
»I preffer the cold.«

 

[Hath Charosh]

"A scrap with some orcs in the savanna is hardly war," he muttered. "Enough of those with the tribes here. They don't know the difference between them."

"And why do you prefer the cold?" he asked.

 

[Mabess]

»I like to feel the heat of my own body than get roasted by the sun.«

Sheeha was turned away from the portal stone, but how the face paled on Ubabe got her an idea that something was not as clear.
Sheeha turned around to see...