Dance
I sat there, watching them twirl their stiff bodies. Then Hamau came to me, pulling my arms. The dancing stopped, and they bowed at each other. We formed a circle around him. He gestured towards us, letting his tiny hands flow like the gentle waves of the sea. “He is saying goodbye to us. But why, Ham? Where are you going?” Kun asked. Ham shook his head and raised two fingers at us. He flashed his brightest smile. “You do not know that. What if the Dwarven Armada gets to you?” He formed his hands like he was pulling something. His eyes were intent for the kill. “Okay, take care, Ham. Are you sure you will be alright on your own?” He nodded happily and gave Kun a string of polished bones with ends pointing directly towards the floor. Kun wore it around his neck, “Thank you, buddy. I
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