Thread: Unlikely Saviors [-:Haru|Luana:-]

Kion shook his head. No, you're right. You did not say that. I know many that only keep to their own kind, and nobody but pneumafera love the pneumafera. he said in a factual manner. He chuckled though and said, I am not sensitive. Things are how they are, and I was merely curious. he told her. It did not take long to get out of the cargo hold, and as they made their way back to their room, and then saw the carnage within, Kion exhaled sharply. This was not good. But then, as before at the port, Tika took control, and Kion could only wait, and wonder - though eventually she did return, with humans in tow and soon they had another room altogether. It was only after the humans left that Kion asked, My lady? Just what did you tell them? he asked, smiling as he took a seat and lounged back. His golden eyes were alight with mirth, and it seemed Tika was quite the resourceful little gnome. As Kion settled into the room Tika opened her back to retrieve her sketch book once more. Her sketching had been rather rudely interrupted last time. At his question her smirk turned devious. Told him I was the gnomish princess traveling in disguise, didn't I? She giggled darkly. Humans bend over backwards when they think they got royals present. Said th'man was an assassin. On an important diplomatic mission I am. Even got a big, scary, Pneumafera body guard. Saved m'life and all. Reprimanded them on security, demanded th'room cleaned and a new one. Stunk of blood. Would want big beastie smelling it. Might get blood crazy. Yes she was very resourceful and not at all concerned with such fibbery. It didn't really hurt anyone so she didn't see such lies as a problem. Little awe, little scare and BAM humans do whatcha want. Easy as oil. She laughed again and flicked to the drawing she had been working on. With a little tilt of her head at the image and flipped the page again to better draw out pieces and parts for the design she had settled on. Could take another nap iffin ya like. Could almost be mistaken for a house cat. Almost tempted t'rub yer belly. She giggled again. Despite the sheer size of her companion she had found him sleeping fairly disarming and adorable. Which was saying a lot, coming from a gnome. Kion's brows rose as she told her story and then it was only a moment before he was laughing. A deep rumbling sound that Peanut had heard before, and Kion leaned back to regard her. You're always full of surprises Peanut, but wonderful surprises. he commented. I can definitely play the part of big scary bodyguard. Just make sure I don't go blood crazy. he said with a chuckle, and smiled at her, showing teeth in a way that made him look more bestial than he might otherwise. He seemed to ponder a moment. A nap? I do have to say, I am quite fond of them. My smaller cousins can sleep up to twenty hours a day, or so I hear. I always do better on a full stomach though. Maybe we should visit the dining car? Your Highness might even get us a free meal! he said. The ticket they'd bought included a few meals, mostly breakfasts, but Kion had no problem milking this for what it was worth. On second thought, maybe a nice bath and a hot-air dry will do me some good. I would wager you'd like my fur smelling nice and fresh and being fluffy. Have to keep up the appearance of your fluffums. he said with a grin. And rub my belly? Hmmm.... we'll see. he said, and stood as he began to remove his weapons and armor. There had to be a bathing area close by. Tika snickered at Kion. Her biggin friend was too funny. Food on his mind almost right away. Though she wondered how well the ruse would continue. Hopefully they would encounter the same humans again. He was fairly big and likely needed to eat a great deal more than she did. She was gad, however, that he didn't mind her tricks, lies, and thievery. This trip would be much more difficult if they had to be honest all the time. Right from food to a bath. Tika couldn't help but laugh. Stinkin', wet fur....not a good smell for dining, she said through her giggles. Can't have my fluffums bein' not fluffy, yeah? Tika scooted off the lounge and opened the door to the wash room. Nothing but a headband sink. Sprockets and springs this is no way to treat a princess! All sarcasm she laughed again. Who ever heard of a wash room with no tub, I ask you. She closed the door and put her tiny hands on her hips. She opened the door to the passageway and looked around. Ah, not to far, few doors down, she said as she went back to the lounge and her sketch book. If yer good I'll brush yer fur, she said, grinning as she picked up her charcoal stick.