The little fox-snake flicked her tongue out at her matsuba friend.<br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“Don’t make me eat you,”</span></i>she said simply,<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“You’ll know what being stuck in a bag is like then.”</span></i><br/>She was joking. Probably. Almost definitely.<br/><br/>Her ear twitching was her only reply to the merc’s request for an apology. That was unlikely. She peered over his hand at her friend. As the Matsuba began her protests, she tilted her head back to the human.<i>I could have told you this would happen.</i><br/>Maybe, she thought, Kital and this human were a good match for each other; they were both rather proud.<br/>She was surprised when she heard Kital<i>actually </i>apologize. She wound her self around Jarvan’s finger once and leaned over it to look down at Kital.<br/>Her tongue flicked again.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“Maybe you’re better suited to being a pet than I thought,” </span></i>she teased,<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“Think he’ll teach you tricks next? I hear he’s fond of belly rubs.” <br/>
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“He’s right, though,” </span></i>she yipped more gently,<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“It was brave of you to risk your life for me. I’m grateful for that.”</span></i><br/><br/>The snake-fox turned curiously toward the human and slithered carefully up his arm to rest on his shoulder. She looked down at the tome, trying to understand how something so unimportant-looking could give them power.