[ ahmi is here to help, to throw her fleeting steps to the side with the girl. a gust of wind blows in the direction the parry, so strong that it might as well give them a boost as the bull hooks it’s horns and thrashes upwards into the air.
there are no beings on his horns. letting his steaming gallop come to a stop, the ox turns back to face them, shaking his neck, flaring his nostrils—
and speaking: “you have done . . . dully.”
ahmi sighs with relief, a hand to her chest and the rest of her shaking— but she laughs, her free hand on yuki. ]
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there are no beings on his horns. letting his steaming gallop come to a stop, the ox turns back to face them, shaking his neck, flaring his nostrils—
and speaking: “you have done . . . dully.”
ahmi sighs with relief, a hand to her chest and the rest of her shaking— but she laughs, her free hand on yuki. ]
He means we’ve done well enough. Brash as always.
[ “and you are still loose lipped.” ]