Post by Darth Kairos on Jul 7, 2015 13:56:11 GMT
Larvik looked exhausted, but he kept his posture straight and bowed his head respectful. "I appreciate the concern, my lady," he said. "Thanks to you I was able to slip away from the hunting party without too much issue. A couple of them found me, but a few blaster shots dealt with them. One of these...individuals found me shortly after."
"That would be me," said one man. He was one of the humans, young with once-fair features. Pronounced green veins ran from his eyeballs towards the back of his head, and his left arm terminated in a fleshy mass that looked...almost like a nozzle of some kind. "Name's Oren. At your service."
"I didn't tell them much," Larvik said in a very low voice, so that Amorata had to strain to hear. "Just that your name was Lady Amorata, that I was a soldier, that I answered to you, that we crashed, and we were hunted."
"I understand you'll have questions," Kot said a few seconds later, coming up to join them. "But we have some of our own, and you owe us for saving you both from the hunters. But I expect you're weary from the events of the last few days. Here." He handed her a small carved wooden bowl, containing nuts buried in some sort of green mash. "This situation's awkward enough as it is with all of us standing around. Please, let's sit, and eat. Tell us what brought you here and we'll tell you everything we can."
He motioned towards the table. Those who weren't already seated began to take seats of their own at some of the rotting wooden tables. Only the angel knelt at the head of one of the tables, her wings draping along the floor. The delay maddened Amorata's burning curiosity, but she could sense their emotions clearly enough to know that that if she gave them what they wanted they'd give her what she wanted.
Besides, she supposed, most normal people - even if you could really call them normal - didn't launch into expository recountings at the drop of a hat just because somebody asked them to.
"That would be me," said one man. He was one of the humans, young with once-fair features. Pronounced green veins ran from his eyeballs towards the back of his head, and his left arm terminated in a fleshy mass that looked...almost like a nozzle of some kind. "Name's Oren. At your service."
"I didn't tell them much," Larvik said in a very low voice, so that Amorata had to strain to hear. "Just that your name was Lady Amorata, that I was a soldier, that I answered to you, that we crashed, and we were hunted."
"I understand you'll have questions," Kot said a few seconds later, coming up to join them. "But we have some of our own, and you owe us for saving you both from the hunters. But I expect you're weary from the events of the last few days. Here." He handed her a small carved wooden bowl, containing nuts buried in some sort of green mash. "This situation's awkward enough as it is with all of us standing around. Please, let's sit, and eat. Tell us what brought you here and we'll tell you everything we can."
He motioned towards the table. Those who weren't already seated began to take seats of their own at some of the rotting wooden tables. Only the angel knelt at the head of one of the tables, her wings draping along the floor. The delay maddened Amorata's burning curiosity, but she could sense their emotions clearly enough to know that that if she gave them what they wanted they'd give her what she wanted.
Besides, she supposed, most normal people - even if you could really call them normal - didn't launch into expository recountings at the drop of a hat just because somebody asked them to.