06-23-2014, 07:22 PM
Sora neatly stepped away to allow the man room for his illness. Such a reaction was common. The man’s apparent flight from reality, however, was not. She stared unblinking at his curled form, fairly certain his distress was of the normal variety.
“You are in Moscow no longer and everything iss real. Thiss,”
she gestured around them,
“iss Komukai Ccity. My name is Ssora, and you are one of the Ancientss reborn, whosse hide I am honor bound to ssave sso that you can learn more of who and what you are in preparation for the dayss to come.”
Sora walked over to the base of the ramp, untying the flap of cloth covering her face to reveal delicate, tawny scaled features. There was a hint of humor in her tone when she mentioned saving his hide. Most of the Gatherers she knew were so full of dignity when they enforced their tasks that Sora saw it as her duty to do just the opposite. Dignity was fine, but a smile and a joke went further in her experience. Of course, a serpentine smile did not always translate as she intended. Hoping he would come to himself soon, Sora sat her tiny self at the base of the ramp, threw back the cloak and its hood to reveal black pants and shirt combined with soft knee-high boots and relaxed on an elbow. Where a human would have hair, she had scales with a faint hint of a cobras hood on the sides of her head. She was relaxed and content. The Ancient might cause trouble or he might not, but Sora was also confident that she could handle whatever might happen. It was her duty.
“You are in Moscow no longer and everything iss real. Thiss,”
she gestured around them,
“iss Komukai Ccity. My name is Ssora, and you are one of the Ancientss reborn, whosse hide I am honor bound to ssave sso that you can learn more of who and what you are in preparation for the dayss to come.”
Sora walked over to the base of the ramp, untying the flap of cloth covering her face to reveal delicate, tawny scaled features. There was a hint of humor in her tone when she mentioned saving his hide. Most of the Gatherers she knew were so full of dignity when they enforced their tasks that Sora saw it as her duty to do just the opposite. Dignity was fine, but a smile and a joke went further in her experience. Of course, a serpentine smile did not always translate as she intended. Hoping he would come to himself soon, Sora sat her tiny self at the base of the ramp, threw back the cloak and its hood to reveal black pants and shirt combined with soft knee-high boots and relaxed on an elbow. Where a human would have hair, she had scales with a faint hint of a cobras hood on the sides of her head. She was relaxed and content. The Ancient might cause trouble or he might not, but Sora was also confident that she could handle whatever might happen. It was her duty.