Post by Iaoth on Dec 6, 2013 22:58:10 GMT -5
”Sounds complicated,” Iaoth said thoughtfully as she nodded. It made sense she supposed, although it was hard for her to understand it. Angels had very little instincts of their own, less than any of the native litharian species. They were a race that ran almost purely on logic, tapered only by their frankly limited and slow emotions and loathing for any and all things chaotic. The races here were baffling in how intensely they reacted to things since is scarcely seemed to be very efficient but it was also used as evidence as to why Angels were superior. They had evolved past such things a very long time ago. They had ben crafted by the gods free of it.
But there was one thing that Iaoth wasn’t sure about and she asked, ”What do cobras eat? There aren’t any on the homeland and I don’t know if there will be very much for you to hunt.” She had seen Kris eat a toad, but those weren’t as common on Iaoth’s home continent, at least not so much in the Angel territories. They were probably quite common in the flatlands where the Halflings dwelled but Iaoth hadn’t been there more than a couple times. There would probably be something else that Kris could eat, Iaoth had to hope. It wouldn’t do for one of the first shifters to interact with her race to starve to death.
”I can see how that would be problematic,” Iaoth said. Kris had been rendered unable to operate within Litharia’s economy through no fault of her own. It was a bad situation to be in no matter how you sliced it. ”You’ll be fine coming across the sea with us without any problem so long as I vouch for you first. I must ask though, have you any idea why the gods would order you to cross the sea to break their curse?” Iaoth didn’t plan to ask Kris why she had been cursed, that seemed to be far too rude. But why would they send Kris on such a difficult mission? It seemed strange that they would be so difficult when they surely could have sent her on an easier quest that didn’t require outcast help, angelic or otherwise.
It took about a second worth of looking out over the desert and glancing at the sky before Iaoth had picked out the best way to get back to the angel encampment over land she had only flown above previously. Iaoth’s wings fluttered and she tucked them more comfortably against the light armor she wore and the earth angel said, ”it’s fine, I do not walk nearly as often as I fly so it might be nice to stretch my legs for a change.” Iaoth dusted herself off, ignoring a creeper currently winding its way up her calf and straightened her hair for a second. ”We should leave now, if you like,” Iaoth said. Then, without really waiting for a reply the angel struck out along the desert, plants twisting up every place she set foot and then wilting shortly after she moved, most of them unable to survive in the sand.
But there was one thing that Iaoth wasn’t sure about and she asked, ”What do cobras eat? There aren’t any on the homeland and I don’t know if there will be very much for you to hunt.” She had seen Kris eat a toad, but those weren’t as common on Iaoth’s home continent, at least not so much in the Angel territories. They were probably quite common in the flatlands where the Halflings dwelled but Iaoth hadn’t been there more than a couple times. There would probably be something else that Kris could eat, Iaoth had to hope. It wouldn’t do for one of the first shifters to interact with her race to starve to death.
”I can see how that would be problematic,” Iaoth said. Kris had been rendered unable to operate within Litharia’s economy through no fault of her own. It was a bad situation to be in no matter how you sliced it. ”You’ll be fine coming across the sea with us without any problem so long as I vouch for you first. I must ask though, have you any idea why the gods would order you to cross the sea to break their curse?” Iaoth didn’t plan to ask Kris why she had been cursed, that seemed to be far too rude. But why would they send Kris on such a difficult mission? It seemed strange that they would be so difficult when they surely could have sent her on an easier quest that didn’t require outcast help, angelic or otherwise.
It took about a second worth of looking out over the desert and glancing at the sky before Iaoth had picked out the best way to get back to the angel encampment over land she had only flown above previously. Iaoth’s wings fluttered and she tucked them more comfortably against the light armor she wore and the earth angel said, ”it’s fine, I do not walk nearly as often as I fly so it might be nice to stretch my legs for a change.” Iaoth dusted herself off, ignoring a creeper currently winding its way up her calf and straightened her hair for a second. ”We should leave now, if you like,” Iaoth said. Then, without really waiting for a reply the angel struck out along the desert, plants twisting up every place she set foot and then wilting shortly after she moved, most of them unable to survive in the sand.