#ANOTHER WORD FOR MAGICAL SKIN#

Her other hand remained on Pallar's swollen belly, as she stared into the dark, amber-ringed well of Pallar's watering eyes. She held it tenderly, allowing the thumb to gently comb over her soft fur. Niambi smiled at Pallar's question, then turned her hand over to take it fully in hers. These outsiders were just trying to survive. The aggressions were sparked by fears of invasion from an evil once thought to have been expelled from Dominaria-the Phyrexians.

The southern nations were at war, and they sought to escape the violence and the bloodshed. The Efravan had been wandering the Great Desert for weeks, hoping to escape the conflicts spreading throughout their homeland. The word carried such negative connotation. Then, she asked, 'Are you not afraid the magistrate will shun you along with us outsiders?' For that, we are so very grateful.' She paused a moment, as her voice began to quiver with emotion. Give us words of hope that we will soon be safe behind the city walls. 'You have been such a friend to the Efravan,' Pallar began softly, 'when so many of your kind have not. Her palm was rough-the tiger pads that covered it were calloused from a life spent outdoors, a nomadic existence, as the many refugees had-but her five nimble digits, humanlike, curled delicately. I knew right then, if she ever put her mind to something, she could never be held back.'Īs Pallar spoke, she placed her hand on Niambi's and gave it a small squeeze. When she arrived, early I will add, she gave such a stretch I thought she was ready to run down the street. She was unhappy being stuck in such a tight space. It means 'fighter.' That's what she was before she was born-a fighter. 'My daughter was a kicker, too,' said Niambi. Niambi gave her belly a brush of her hand. have a bit more tenacity.' She winked, and the two of them laughed. 'Does that mean it's a boy?' Pallar asked, her jowls stretching to a wide simper, exposing a gleaming row of white canines. The expecting mother's whiskers quivered happily at the declaration, and the nostrils of her pink tiger nose flared. 'Oh, that was a strong one,' she exclaimed, her attentive human eyes lifting to meet her patient's feline ones. Niambi caressed it with knowing, continuing her delicate examination of the mother-to-be's pregnant belly.

#ANOTHER WORD FOR MAGICAL SKIN#

The fascia underneath was warm, very warm, which meant the life growing just beneath the skin was healthy and strong. The leonin's fur was the color of sunset over the Great Desert-tawny with winding stripes of chestnut-and it was smooth and pleasant to the touch.

Another word for magical