( For a long, pained, slow-blinking moment, Kuthuba seems to consider, deep in thought over the younger man's question. )
Miang... Si... Miang... who, Miang... ( Then, epiphany, and Kuthuba slaps a hand hard against a bony temple, in seeming epiphany. ) Old Luomiang's daughter! Young, eh?
( ...then again, so is this lad. Supposedly, this justifies his interest. It seems that Kuthuba, for one, has little more to offer on the matter of Miang-Si. Perhaps the age difference or Kuthuba's... particular obsession with the forest have restricted the opportunity to keep abreast of village rumours.
But then, there is the second question, and here, Kuthuba nods in the loose way of a mantis. Each word comes more and more passionate — )
Red hair, long. She bare, no clothes! Not one! ( — until Kuthuba's head tips back, to scream towards the skies. ) Whoooooooooooooooore!
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( For a long, pained, slow-blinking moment, Kuthuba seems to consider, deep in thought over the younger man's question. )
Miang... Si... Miang... who, Miang... ( Then, epiphany, and Kuthuba slaps a hand hard against a bony temple, in seeming epiphany. ) Old Luomiang's daughter! Young, eh?
( ...then again, so is this lad. Supposedly, this justifies his interest. It seems that Kuthuba, for one, has little more to offer on the matter of Miang-Si. Perhaps the age difference or Kuthuba's... particular obsession with the forest have restricted the opportunity to keep abreast of village rumours.
But then, there is the second question, and here, Kuthuba nods in the loose way of a mantis. Each word comes more and more passionate — )
Red hair, long. She bare, no clothes! Not one! ( — until Kuthuba's head tips back, to scream towards the skies. ) Whoooooooooooooooore!