So on that day, of that hour
It spake.
"Let Ravnia rot in hell, dye the sky in crimson agony.
Atone for sins they'll not, if led to the bargain we seek."
Fawning over her recently acquired satchel and sparring accessories, she quaintly set down. She needed to hurry on her quest, there wasn't time to be gawking around the perimeter of the continent. Nor was there time for short stops between hikes and meals, this made her exhausted far beyond mind's imagining. She needed a nap, just this instance, to let up, alas she was worried even in a flat daze. Validation would be of aid in this...
"Fiore, will we be alright traveling this way? We haven't rested for a while..."
Coiled in the sky came down a looming frowning figure. He did not fly at a close distance to Freya, but he came to chat with her at an audible length. When near her, he puffed himself rather large at her inquiring; amassed the monstrosity was a grand total of fifty feet, boring bright reptilian eyes. He rolled the yellows.
"Kid, you've got nothing to worry about- you're traveling with a magical deity for god's sake! Or well, my sake, gyahaha. I don't need sleep!"
His roaring and boasting didn't assure her of anything! It was of his matter to act pompous and not think to the other side of scenarios. She had thought of trusting him on this for a second, but decided to not be foolish. Either way, all his responses would be vacuous. After all, it was a rare occasion he was sober. And with this, Fiore darted into the sky to where he flew originally.
"I'm not a kid! Ugh, I have a name, too, you know."
"Right... Freya, the young mortal---completely not a child compared to a god of eons old."
Wanting to shake the perversion, Freya switched topics. There was no time for silliness.
"How flattering! So...where's the next town, Fiore?"
The serpent froze blankly, then continued to make a loop backwards from where Freya was trotting. His glance was fixated on an odd triangular tower; he had strengthened viewing within his barrier. Certainly in the horizon was a tower. Beholding it, one would have a guess the city it was linked to wasn't too far away.
"Somewhere over there, I pardon. From my memory of the civilizations of Helk, it's a huge city called Bottlebom-"
The sky itself tore ever so slightly from Fiore's stance. The entrance seeped more contents of the night sky as the duo took aback in silence.
"So much for traveling risk free in a magic bubble."
It spake.
"Let Ravnia rot in hell, dye the sky in crimson agony.
Atone for sins they'll not, if led to the bargain we seek."
Fawning over her recently acquired satchel and sparring accessories, she quaintly set down. She needed to hurry on her quest, there wasn't time to be gawking around the perimeter of the continent. Nor was there time for short stops between hikes and meals, this made her exhausted far beyond mind's imagining. She needed a nap, just this instance, to let up, alas she was worried even in a flat daze. Validation would be of aid in this...
"Fiore, will we be alright traveling this way? We haven't rested for a while..."
Coiled in the sky came down a looming frowning figure. He did not fly at a close distance to Freya, but he came to chat with her at an audible length. When near her, he puffed himself rather large at her inquiring; amassed the monstrosity was a grand total of fifty feet, boring bright reptilian eyes. He rolled the yellows.
"Kid, you've got nothing to worry about- you're traveling with a magical deity for god's sake! Or well, my sake, gyahaha. I don't need sleep!"
His roaring and boasting didn't assure her of anything! It was of his matter to act pompous and not think to the other side of scenarios. She had thought of trusting him on this for a second, but decided to not be foolish. Either way, all his responses would be vacuous. After all, it was a rare occasion he was sober. And with this, Fiore darted into the sky to where he flew originally.
"I'm not a kid! Ugh, I have a name, too, you know."
"Right... Freya, the young mortal---completely not a child compared to a god of eons old."
Wanting to shake the perversion, Freya switched topics. There was no time for silliness.
"How flattering! So...where's the next town, Fiore?"
The serpent froze blankly, then continued to make a loop backwards from where Freya was trotting. His glance was fixated on an odd triangular tower; he had strengthened viewing within his barrier. Certainly in the horizon was a tower. Beholding it, one would have a guess the city it was linked to wasn't too far away.
"Somewhere over there, I pardon. From my memory of the civilizations of Helk, it's a huge city called Bottlebom-"
The sky itself tore ever so slightly from Fiore's stance. The entrance seeped more contents of the night sky as the duo took aback in silence.
"So much for traveling risk free in a magic bubble."