In the summer heat by the forges, most charr would at least remove
their gloves to let their pads breathe, sweat, and cool in the air.
Seneca understood.
She remembered when Callista had
been recovering under her care. When Callista had told her how she
had gotten the veined scars on her palms. The story, one of the first
Callista explained, had shocked Senna; perhaps as much as Senna's
tears had shocked the little kit.
“He told me, I could not
cry.” Callista said softly, holding up a cloth to her psudo-primus.
“So I always tried to stop mine.”
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