<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Lakashtari.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakashtari<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Renilda<br/><hr/><br/>Lakashtari's vision was ringing and her ears blurred. Her hand went out for the swirling kaleidoscope of metal gauntlets reaching toward her, and on the second dizzy paw she chose the right image. "Huh?" A mailed thump on her skull finalized the concussion. "I barely understand you," she said, at least as thickly accented, long on the vowels and substituting most combinations of letters for Nepali equivalents that did not exist in the common tongue.<em>We should talk like this, </em>she fingered her own thought into Renilda's mind uninvited, along with the fading buzz of having been belted in the head with a steel-plated hip check.<br/><br/><em>I lost my sister. </em>A whole lifetime's worth of Kashana flowed from Lakashtari's mind, anything that could help to describe her. In some flashes of memory they had held each other, intimate and innocent, and in others they had shared a woman, animal and insatiable. Lakashtari filtered nothing out, though human short-term memory being what it was, much of it just washed down the drain.<em>We were going to head up there, on the highest point. </em>She pointed out across the forum, to the acropolis and the bleached ribcage of a once splendid dome.<em>Then if we find Tilly, we'll have a whole team. </em><br/><br/>The pole had evaporated. Lakashtari was for all appearances unarmed and dressed in a scuffed, half-buttoned school uniform without the merest scrap of protection. She paused to raise up each heel and correct the fit of her shoes, since they were prone to slipping off if she moved very quickly. Hopping from stone to stone in favor of taking the even ground, she started off.<em>I like your heels. </em>