S L A Y E R
Runi rolled her head slightly to one side in Xyoz's direction as he warned of a lethal concoction ahead. Of course, anyone Shai decided to keep close would be as wild and strong as herself; anyone else would have been crushed. "I'll try not to soil your carpet."
The lavishness of where Xyoz took her was only mildly surprising. Obviously the people were giving these two a wide berth befitting someone of power, authority, or awe. Had Runi ever experienced that? Perhaps, long ago. It felt vaguely... lonely. When people thought you were out of reach they made sure you were -- physically and socially.
Hazel eyes witnessed the man fill a tall glass for her without comment. If it was as potent as he said that much seemed a gaudy amount, no? Well, the man had a great deal on his mind. Not as much as Shai, but close. The Shaman strode over calmly to retrieve the glass after the drink was poured. Meanwhile, Xyoz didn't even feign to offer a toast -- straight from the bottle he chugged.
"Physical wounds can be treated by someone of medicine. The body may not always be the same, but life endures. Woulds of the soul are a private affair, Xyoz." Runi slowly lifted the glass to take a sip of the sharp contents. "I have illuminated a Path in an Unfathomable Abyss that could bring her back to herself -- and you. Only she can walk it."
The Shaman snorted in quiet laughter. "The viscous part of her asked me to do my worst. What is worse than setting Shai to wage war against that foul part of herself? I have faith."
A while later the woman strode into the room covered in blood. Shai made herself comfortable before issuing an order for a drink, herself. "That blood of yours is going to enable some bad habits, Shai." Runi looked over at the other woman calmly. The Shistavanen was already prone to a good fight, now that she could heal from injuries faster than most of her kind... Well, you'd have to forgive a Shaman from worrying it might encourage bad behavior one was already prone toward.
Why would Runi need to ask which Shai this was? There was only one answer. The Coward would have been too meek, and the Rage Monster was far from subtle.
"Mind if we join you?" Or was there only room for a Wardog to get comfortable? A little levity, in a fashion.
Xyoz Maji | Shai Maji
The lavishness of where Xyoz took her was only mildly surprising. Obviously the people were giving these two a wide berth befitting someone of power, authority, or awe. Had Runi ever experienced that? Perhaps, long ago. It felt vaguely... lonely. When people thought you were out of reach they made sure you were -- physically and socially.
Hazel eyes witnessed the man fill a tall glass for her without comment. If it was as potent as he said that much seemed a gaudy amount, no? Well, the man had a great deal on his mind. Not as much as Shai, but close. The Shaman strode over calmly to retrieve the glass after the drink was poured. Meanwhile, Xyoz didn't even feign to offer a toast -- straight from the bottle he chugged.
"Physical wounds can be treated by someone of medicine. The body may not always be the same, but life endures. Woulds of the soul are a private affair, Xyoz." Runi slowly lifted the glass to take a sip of the sharp contents. "I have illuminated a Path in an Unfathomable Abyss that could bring her back to herself -- and you. Only she can walk it."
The Shaman snorted in quiet laughter. "The viscous part of her asked me to do my worst. What is worse than setting Shai to wage war against that foul part of herself? I have faith."
A while later the woman strode into the room covered in blood. Shai made herself comfortable before issuing an order for a drink, herself. "That blood of yours is going to enable some bad habits, Shai." Runi looked over at the other woman calmly. The Shistavanen was already prone to a good fight, now that she could heal from injuries faster than most of her kind... Well, you'd have to forgive a Shaman from worrying it might encourage bad behavior one was already prone toward.
Why would Runi need to ask which Shai this was? There was only one answer. The Coward would have been too meek, and the Rage Monster was far from subtle.
"Mind if we join you?" Or was there only room for a Wardog to get comfortable? A little levity, in a fashion.
Xyoz Maji | Shai Maji