memories like poison

Sivene stared at the stranger, whose claws pierced her clothing, brushed harshly across skin. She watched as Katriel bowed. After a moment, Sivene bowed back, hands clasped in front of her.

Ara seranna-ma. The ancient tongue left her lips with precision, and she straightened, dipping her head in respect. She was curious, but not certain how to bring her questions about. She had learned, that these days people could be defensive about questions.

And about not having... money, whatever that was.