Guh. Apologies. Why did people always apologize for something they had no control about? Logically it was silly.

"You shouldn't have to apologize. There's no way you would have known unless Ronnae told you."

Nokosi pulled up his shirt to right beneath his breasts. "They're almost all on my front," he murmured, pointing to a red-inked snake curled around his navel. The right wing of some bird was just above it, but it appeared to disappear beneath the clothing.

"Mine are based off the blessings of certain creatures of the forest who I trained under for an extended period of time. Aspects, they're called."