[center][h2][b]Kareet of Arcaeda[/b][/h2][/center]

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“Only Tekeri prefer the night, that I know of. The Driisu live underground, but I do not think that is by choice.” Kareet answered. She had, of course, been jotting down her notes on every word that Vigdis spoke, regardless of whether or not she understood their meaning in the moment. Some of the words she spoke either had not been translated, or did not have a readily comparable meaning to them, but she felt she understood most of what she intended. 

As soon as Vigdis placed it down, Kareet leaned over and took a look at the tablet. The image it showed was good enough for a basic sketch for the first page. She could always get more detail for later chapters, if needed. From watching her so far, it was apparent that Kareet had a quick, steady hand, that could both write and draw with haste. It did not seem like she even needed to fully focus while making her sketch. “So it is true that you are naturally mostly hairless, then? Fascinating. No fur, no feathers, no scales; does that not make you more vulnerable? Is your skin tougher than it looks?” She considered the description thusfar. ‘Mammal’. That was not a word that translated, but the way she described it felt familiar. It fit roughly in to the way some of their own scholars organized creatures. “You are like Glen, then? You have…some hair, and they birth their calves live, and nurse them just the same.”

The last point that Kareet’s mind settled on was the one that seemed the strangest to her. “Though, the Glen don’t eat meat. You said your people [i]exhausted[/i] your prey to death? How is that even possible? How long can your species run?”