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10.38 E	“Sure, but lots of Zinni’s kids suck. No one’s supposed to have favorites in Wyewesshi, even if you are the protector’s family, but everyone knows she’s sweet on us. If it weren’t for her favoring Matha, I’d have punched her face in already.”
10.38 E	“Let go, let go, Mera! Matha will beat you and Zemmy into the ground if you don’t let go—let go or I’ll tell Zinni on you!”
10.38 E	“Is that the Human? Hah! Matha’s gonna be mad we missed her!”
10.38 E	“Mera. Let’s tell Matha—”
10.38 E	“Matha! They got Fenmi! It was Zemmy and Mera!”
10.38 E	How long until Erin got here? Could she find her? Could Zinni? But that name—Matha.
10.38 E	“That’s right! Cottontail Raiders! And you’re looking at Matha, the leader herself! We’re the outlaws who can steal even from rabbits! See that jacket? Made from a hare’s tail!”
10.38 E	One of the two young women flanking Matha burst out, indicating the jacket that Matha half-flexed with a cocky smile. Ulvama’s stare…intensified.
10.38 E	One of the two young women flanking Matha burst out, indicating the jacket that Matha half-flexed with a cocky smile. Ulvama’s stare…intensified.
10.38 E	Something…Matha glanced at her, then whispered to a subordinate.
10.38 E	Matha breathed the word, eyes lighting up. She hesitated, then came over and squatted a bit, at a distance. Ulvama stared at her as the other two Fraerlings peered at her face.
10.38 E	—Ulvama realized a bunch of faces were peering through the doorway, even the windows. They backed up when Matha glared at them. Then Matha sat back on her haunches. She hesitated, then cleared her throat.
10.38 E	—Ulvama realized a bunch of faces were peering through the doorway, even the windows. They backed up when Matha glared at them. Then Matha sat back on her haunches. She hesitated, then cleared her throat.
10.38 E	No. Ulvama said nothing, but her puzzlement grew as Matha glanced at her subordinates. They were nudging her, then whispering. She hesitated, coughed, then slicked back her hair, which she’d cut very short. She adjusted her jacket again, then gave Ulvama a huge, cocksure grin.
10.38 E	“So, uh, what’s your name? I’m Matha, and this lot’s the only Fraerlings who aren’t cat-stupid with laws and regulations. We’re a lot more interesting than anyone in the villages. Sorry about kidnapping you. D’you—fancy a drink? Because I’ll buy you one. We have money and drinks.”
10.38 E	And theirs. She finally moved out of the corner as Matha offered her a hand up.
10.38 E	However, its wielder was a girl who looked no more than seventeen, still had acne, and for all her swagger, had that awkward quality about her, such as banging into the doors as she kept forgetting she had the bow on her back. She had green hair cut short in the style of her leader, Matha, and insect mandibles made into a crown around her head. She bounced around like one of those little dogs Drakes kept, all energy and excitement and not a hint of menace in her.
10.38 E	“You can’t leave! You just got here! Matha’s breaking in the new aphid.”
10.38 E	“I—uh—I can’t! I mean, not right now. Wyewesshi’s searching for us since we stole Zinni’s best aphid. But once a day or two passes, we’ll tell them you’re our prisoner! Don’t worry, we’re really nice. And Matha’ll probably let you go.”
10.38 E	Ulvama’s hopes were dashed as she recalled Fraerlings might have advanced magic, but they lacked some things. Like [Message] spells. Aithe glanced around, and someone pushed past the others. One of Matha’s top lieutenants, who had a wand and the look of a [Mage]. She was shorter and had spectacles and a self-important expression.
10.38 E	“Hi, Miss Ulvama. I’m Qole, Matha’s left hand. We don’t have [Message] spells in Fraerling villages. That’s Tallfolk magic, and everyone can trace it. I reckon I could learn it, but the spellbooks that teach it are off limits. But if you need magic, I’m your [Sorcerer]! I can cast Tier 4 magic.”
10.38 E	“So no messages, sorry. No one is going out of the base either, unless Matha says so. We already had one of our own caught.”
10.38 E	Matha was bouncing around from branch to branch, breaking in the aphid she’d stolen much like someone broke in a horse. It was certainly fast; even the other aphids seemed smaller and slower by comparison.
10.38 E	Everyone wanted the same things in the end. Right now, Ulvama needed to get word to Erin that she was okay. So the straightest route to someone like Matha was simple. Men and women were alike across species. Not the same, but they both had ways you could use them.
10.38 E	She watched Matha’s reactions like a hawk, but without showing it. Planning the next part carefully. It would all depend on Matha, and thus far, she reacted like how Ulvama expected.

10.38 E

“Sure, but lots of Zinni’s kids suck. No one’s supposed to have favorites in Wyewesshi, even if you are the protector’s family, but everyone knows she’s sweet on us. If it weren’t for her favoring Matha, I’d have punched her face in already.”

10.38 E

“Let go, let go, Mera! Matha will beat you and Zemmy into the ground if you don’t let go—let go or I’ll tell Zinni on you!”

10.38 E

“Is that the Human? Hah! Matha’s gonna be mad we missed her!”

10.38 E

“Mera. Let’s tell Matha—”

10.38 E

“Matha! They got Fenmi! It was Zemmy and Mera!”

10.38 E

How long until Erin got here? Could she find her? Could Zinni? But that name—Matha.

10.38 E

“That’s right! Cottontail Raiders! And you’re looking at Matha, the leader herself! We’re the outlaws who can steal even from rabbits! See that jacket? Made from a hare’s tail!”

10.38 E

One of the two young women flanking Matha burst out, indicating the jacket that Matha half-flexed with a cocky smile. Ulvama’s stare…intensified.

10.38 E

One of the two young women flanking Matha burst out, indicating the jacket that Matha half-flexed with a cocky smile. Ulvama’s stare…intensified.

10.38 E

Something…Matha glanced at her, then whispered to a subordinate.

10.38 E

Matha breathed the word, eyes lighting up. She hesitated, then came over and squatted a bit, at a distance. Ulvama stared at her as the other two Fraerlings peered at her face.

10.38 E

—Ulvama realized a bunch of faces were peering through the doorway, even the windows. They backed up when Matha glared at them. Then Matha sat back on her haunches. She hesitated, then cleared her throat.

10.38 E

—Ulvama realized a bunch of faces were peering through the doorway, even the windows. They backed up when Matha glared at them. Then Matha sat back on her haunches. She hesitated, then cleared her throat.

10.38 E

No. Ulvama said nothing, but her puzzlement grew as Matha glanced at her subordinates. They were nudging her, then whispering. She hesitated, coughed, then slicked back her hair, which she’d cut very short. She adjusted her jacket again, then gave Ulvama a huge, cocksure grin.

10.38 E

“So, uh, what’s your name? I’m Matha, and this lot’s the only Fraerlings who aren’t cat-stupid with laws and regulations. We’re a lot more interesting than anyone in the villages. Sorry about kidnapping you. D’you—fancy a drink? Because I’ll buy you one. We have money and drinks.”

10.38 E

And theirs. She finally moved out of the corner as Matha offered her a hand up.

10.38 E

However, its wielder was a girl who looked no more than seventeen, still had acne, and for all her swagger, had that awkward quality about her, such as banging into the doors as she kept forgetting she had the bow on her back. She had green hair cut short in the style of her leader, Matha, and insect mandibles made into a crown around her head. She bounced around like one of those little dogs Drakes kept, all energy and excitement and not a hint of menace in her.

10.38 E

“You can’t leave! You just got here! Matha’s breaking in the new aphid.”

10.38 E

“I—uh—I can’t! I mean, not right now. Wyewesshi’s searching for us since we stole Zinni’s best aphid. But once a day or two passes, we’ll tell them you’re our prisoner! Don’t worry, we’re really nice. And Matha’ll probably let you go.”

10.38 E

Ulvama’s hopes were dashed as she recalled Fraerlings might have advanced magic, but they lacked some things. Like [Message] spells. Aithe glanced around, and someone pushed past the others. One of Matha’s top lieutenants, who had a wand and the look of a [Mage]. She was shorter and had spectacles and a self-important expression.

10.38 E

“Hi, Miss Ulvama. I’m Qole, Matha’s left hand. We don’t have [Message] spells in Fraerling villages. That’s Tallfolk magic, and everyone can trace it. I reckon I could learn it, but the spellbooks that teach it are off limits. But if you need magic, I’m your [Sorcerer]! I can cast Tier 4 magic.”

10.38 E

“So no messages, sorry. No one is going out of the base either, unless Matha says so. We already had one of our own caught.”

10.38 E

Matha was bouncing around from branch to branch, breaking in the aphid she’d stolen much like someone broke in a horse. It was certainly fast; even the other aphids seemed smaller and slower by comparison.

10.38 E

Everyone wanted the same things in the end. Right now, Ulvama needed to get word to Erin that she was okay. So the straightest route to someone like Matha was simple. Men and women were alike across species. Not the same, but they both had ways you could use them.

10.38 E

She watched Matha’s reactions like a hawk, but without showing it. Planning the next part carefully. It would all depend on Matha, and thus far, she reacted like how Ulvama expected.

Matha

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