K'vk'tun: Hammocks

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Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink. 

She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:

"Do they put sugar in this?"

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The blind Volk gently rubbed her back with one hand, then scooped she and the baby into his arms, still sheltering them with his wings. "You must."

"Dude, Auty Mykey's dying or somethin'!" said Rhea.

"No. They said that she vill be alright." He turned his head toward the anxious young teen.

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"That's what she said before..."

Ramada shook her head firmly, ignoring her daughter's words because they chilled her to the bone.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

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"You've seen it before," he rumbled. "Und she is not dead, only hurt."

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She shook her head again.

"Like I said. When I see her..."