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"you've come for copello, i take it," nylem said, looking maylay in the eye. having given high fives to each of the giants that held his palanquin, he shook hands one at a time with the four travelers. they would all admit later that his grip was strong to the point of painful.
maylay was intrigued, not only with the firmness of his handshake, but by the sandpapery feel of nylem's palm.
"i could have smoothed my spear point with his fingertips," he related that night to anton, who shook his head and muttered, "fucking right."
but it was the whiteness of nylem's teeth that was immediately noticeable. they were his real teeth, that was obvious, and since there were no dentists in nivekia, (something about the skeleton man who once squeezed his knee after filling a cavity and saying,'you want a hamburger?") the inhabitants were on their own, sugar was banned, and coffee had to be drunk with a straw.
maylay rubbed his tongue over his own slightly yellow teeth, and tried not to smile. he was intimidated you see, but his smile was attractive, even if kemulyan children asked him if he ever brushed them. "yes, we're here for copello," maylay said, looking over at the theatre, hoping copello would physically appear. and that's when he noticed, for the first time that there was writing on the side of the wooden structure. handpainted letters that said, "chaix fuhy eyrt cope-l-lo" which translated from the nivekian means, "copello is stuck between worlds."
"what the fuck?" nimbia said. "where's he at! you bastard?" maylay threw nimbia a sharp look for his rude language, but it was too late, the black draegyn, released on nylem's quick barking command, "andiamo!" (the draegyn only understood italian.) and in less time it took nimbia to discover, he was bleeding, the draegyn was back up on the platform in restraints.
"o my god!" nabiscus said. "look at your ankle!" it was bleeding through his ankle top doc marten. "fucking draegyn!" nimbia winced. he opened the boot and saw the gash.
"fortunately it was only one claw, my friend," nylem said. "you'll be fine. just talk nicely next time." he wiped tenderly at the wound with a polka dotted handerchief. there was a heart-shaped bloodstain when he looked close after he finished dabbing. "oh, a heart, see, you'll heal in no time."
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