Thread: The Great Serpent (M2) Dreamie~Middie

Needless to say, Irvine was genuinely guffawed at the two that stood before him. His own companion had turned on him and allied herself with a serpent . But, he was in no position to oppose Ammon's command. At her behest he would lay his neck down for an angry mob. This particular adjuration was no different. He retreated from his defensive stance and skillfully re-sheathed his blade. As long as I don't get in trouble with Deacon for this then ... we'll leave him be. In the midst of watching Ammon, the naga spoke, leaving Irvine once again dumbfounded. You can speak? he blanched, awkwardly and rather rudely pointing at the desert naga. In the thick of their bungling introduction, Ammon intervened and gently placed her hand upon his own and guided it back down toward his side. Even simple gestures like pointing could be seen as offensive to a naga, this much she knew. Stressing the lack of severity, now, Irvine decided to act like his usual bumbling self. Don't thank her, he jested, It's her job. She's a revolutionary. Well, she says she 'has no occupation' but she does. And I'm ... dreadfully sorry for being so hot-headed earlier. It was an order from our commander. He's been looking for a desert naga to help protect the caravan to Haven- He stopped dead in his tracks after witnessing Ammon's menacing glare. Of course amongst his friendly stupor, Irvine decided to share virtually every secret he vouched to protect. And I ... probably shouldn't have shared all of that. Sorry! His childish grin only made Ammon heave a sigh, a rather jaded one at that. Her dark mane fell in heavy though glossy ringlets around her shoulder and lay elegantly draped on her tunic. She peered towards the path she and Irvine had used to travel to the oasis lakebed, then back to the naga, and a familiar one at that. She caught herself mulling over his marred flesh, registering the texture of his skin and scales. I smell smoke, she noted blandly. Irvine rubbed his head of shaggy ecru-colored mop and craned his neck, straining to see up over the palm tree canopy. Eh ... everyone's prolly woken up by now. If anything Deacon knows we're still gone, and he's probably flippin' shit. So, we should go back. Not sure how we're going to explain the situation or the mess. Knowing slave drivers were camping here will only add to his worry. He'll make everyone pack up and move out immediately. But, we both know the injured still need rest and food. So what do you say, boss? We tell 'em about the attack or just shove it all under the carpet. All Ammon needed to go was give Irvine the look and he knew precisely what it was he had to do. At that instant he approached the bodies, and with the strength of a bull, toted two of them over his shoulders and pressed on into the thicket. I seen a tiny mire around the oasis strand. If we're lucky the mud is loose. We can throw the bodies in there ... the mud'll swallow 'em whole, and voila. Evidence destroyed. As Irvine went about his business, Ammon was left to converse with the nameless naga. As Irvine was going about his business, Ammon managed to put two and two together. The result was shocking despite the nonchalant expression on her sweet facade. You're ... 'Raan, she began, letting her arms lay loose to either side of her wide hips, The naga child from the merchant town. I remember you now, your eyes were so familiar. She took a moment to drink in his appearance to verify. There was no doubt in his mind about who he was. However. This was no time for idle chat or reminiscing. Casual conversation would have to come later. She had question she wished to be answered, and no doubt he did too. 'Raan. My brother has discovered a large group of slave drivers from the border that are traveling in this immediate direction. These men here were no doubt erecting an outpost to maintain contact between themselves and the other half of their caravan. Now that the contact has been severed, they'll get worried and come straight here. I think the outcome is apparent, so I won't beat around the bush - you're in danger, and more then welcome to come with us. The oasis will be swarming with slave drivers within the next twenty-four hours. But ultimately the choice is yours.listulistulistu