The small red-furred boy pointed and openly asked, very loudly in how native language, who the furless people were.
Many of the Nekos in the area near-instantly turned to stare and Galen slowed his pace as he glanced about at all the eyes fixing upon them. Celia swallowed as a choking feeling slowly clamped down on her throat as she moved with him closer to the village center. It felt as if a layer of rust was forming on the inside of her lungs while her heart pumped ash into her veins. Crippling pains bled into her chest, yet the Elf did her best to hold her composure.
She was sure that whatever was doing this to her body had to be environmental, and when they reached whatever home her soldier searched for, it was sure to cease. Hopefully.
Only then a gust of wind whipped through the c
