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The Great Western Mountains
Aiden:
Sage
"You are a strange creature." And yet the dragon, huffing as she did through her little nose, could not seem to muster teeth to sink into the comment this time. "Hmph. Well, that should last you 'til the next sunrise, if nothing else. Come along then, spawn of Thor."
Their journey continued with less tension, if nothing else. Sage's eyes and ears still swept across the landscape, she still sniffed at the air and wrinkled her nose in concentration at every little thing, but she spent far less time watching her flank for Thorra's sudden yet inevitable betrayal. Besides, she had larger concerns now.
Like the trail of rotting carcasses, or the piles of old dried bile not far from them, or the unspeakable stench that filled the air now that the mist was so much thinner than before. The hints of sunlight that pierced the veil did the remains no favor.
The druid's hackles were up. "Eat nothing you find here," she hissed out at the thought.
One of the bodies further ahead, a large furred thing similar to a bear, was still moving, in the sense that it was still breathing with chunks taken out of its legs.
SINIB:
Thorra
"I need not to eat, ever. It is simply a novel experience for a Hammer such as myself."
Thorra followed along next to her, arm protectively wrapped around her waist, readied to swoop her up and to fly away if she needed to.
Aiden:
--- Quote from: SINIB on March 26, 2021, 02:31:46 PM ---Thorra
"I need not to eat, ever. It is simply a novel experience for a Hammer such as myself."
Thorra followed along next to her, arm protectively wrapped around her waist, readied to swoop her up and to fly away if she needed to.
--- End quote ---
Sage
Sage grew less stiff in posture the longer Thorra spent holding onto her, as though reluctantly yet inevitably finding herself relaxed. Yet she forced her eyes and pointed ears to take in everything else that was not her strange traveling companion too.
"Such strange magic you are then," She said with a nearly petulant huff to her voice. "And much of what goes on in that stubborn head of yours now is laid bare with sense."
The dragon in elven skin turned her eyes too to a tree as they passed it, and saw it for the withered thing it is. "Does such apply to exhaustion as well? I fear we may find little in the way of place to slumber in safety here."
SINIB:
Thorra
Thorra waved herself in front of Sage. "Of course it doesn't. I'm a weapon." She replied again, simply.
Aiden:
Sage
Sage's eyes crossed as they were distracted from her vigilance and diverted to the alluringly well crafted instrument of violence in front of her. "The products of civilization are most uncanny. Why forge an instrument of violence as..." Her eyes switched to Thorra's behind, momentarily. "... buxom, as yourself?"
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