Chrysalis

Chapter 599

[So your people are called… the Folks?]

[Folk.]

[The Folk?]

[Yes.]

[So… The Folk?]

[That is correct.]

[Is that like… a nickname, or a translation thing? Or is it just… The Folk?]

So far, the wolf-like guy has been placid, a cold yet calm air of dignity surrounding him. For some reason, after my repeated questions, a crack begins to show in his façade.

[Our people are collectively known as the Folk. It is a name we chose for ourselves, hundreds of years ago and it remains our name today,] he says shortly.

[Right. It's just…]

[Just what?]

in his eyes causes me

cool and interesting name. Really great. I know that if I could name my community whatever I wanted to, I'd for sure, call it The Folk. If it wasn't taken, I

don't like it do

think it's a bit

face a mask of calm discipline, [your thoughts belong to you and you are worthy of them. Nonetheless, the name of our

Big words coming from one of 'the

would have explained to you who

nods, his eyes

her. For one so young, she possessed a settled and insightful mind. I had

more peaceful, relaxing and well-mannered conversation, you should talk to Vibrant. Absolutely the most

have a face, it's all bones on the outside. We can tell quite a bit about each other's state of mind just by watching antennae, the more subtle cues of the stance and of course scent, but I doubt this guy has managed to achieve that level of insight in a few meetings with one of us. I can't wait to see

this… Vibrant. I hope that

sure it will. So, do you two have names, or would you

than human fingernails. The hands are also larger than what a human might have. Perhaps that's just a trait of this individual, but I suspect that it might be a common trend amongst the wolf-like folks. The girl, who has remained silent to this point, is certainly much shorter than he is, and much more delicate. Her fur is snowy white, and her features much more delicate than the harsh

our names among those we do not consider friends. Considering how our relationship began,] he pauses for dramatic effect, just to remind me that our 'relationship' such as it is, began when we abducted them

the colour of their fur? Seems a bit… simple? Also, she's

good, just take a look at the council for an example of that. My own poor sense seems to have been adopted by them to an almost absurd degree and spread throughout my family.

Grey, White, nice to meet you. You

but feel proud of my splendid shininess. You could shampoo your fur every day for a year, Grey, you still wouldn't look this

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