Ka'iga and Sweth

The sky turns a deep purple as the desert storm kicks up dust and sand stinging your skin. Then, the faint clicking of mandibles comes from behind you. Sweth. Tah’kuh na, ki’cti-pa sa, ka’cha-de!. Ka'iga: Ki’cti-de tkei-dek-de thwei-dei kwei-deh?...