“I decline your typical Human wager, because I know you will. Waste of money.” Ruk chocked her beak and activated the auto-straw again, draining the shell.

The Tekeri then fixed Senjen with a heavy stare which would only be possible with totally black eyes. Subtle, fast movements of her head were the only sign that she was listening closely to everything he said. Not just verbally, but via his body language and accounting for all the other disclosures he’d made. Tekeri were generally fantastic at remembering little details.

“Ahh, yes. I can see why you feel that way, but please don’t rule out the gloom. Dusk for example, is very underrated.  The stars hide all but the most exquisite detailing. It unlocks the mind to paint in the blanks between shadows.

The Tindrel came and crouched down very close to Senjen. “Hello?” Light said, speculatively.

“Hhhhello. Hhhahve you competed before?”

“No, have you?”

“Yyes! Thirty four times.”