BittyBobcat
Llama hand
Peter's ears pricked at the mention of pineapple buns. The last time he'd had them, he burnt his paws swiping them fresh out of the oven, but they still crumbled deliciously beneath his fangs later. This time he wouldn't even have to go through the trouble of thievery. He was just stepping toward them, the human girl—Nina, was it?—forgotten, when deep creaking announced the opening of the doors, and the treasured pastries disappeared behind the lid of a box. Perhaps thievery was still on the table... not right now, though. A lesson about stealing in front of the God Queen need only be learned once.
He didn't catch what Nina was saying, something about how it was "nice to meet him" (Peter would be lying if he said that didn't strike him with the sudden urge to prove her wrong), but the direction she wandered off in was enough to tell him her goals. They were here for a reason, after all... however much that reason differed.
Sighing, the stoat hopped over the spiral pool he'd been standing in front of and half-ran half-leapt toward the over-decorated doorway. With how far he had stood from the rest of the group (and the generous amount of time he took cast jealous glances at the numerous no-doubt-expensive metal inlays along the walls), he drew up toward the end of the party just as the God Queen was finishing her pompous little speech. His ears twitched just hearing it. Really, why did Gods have to be so full of themselves?
"Protect them?" He hissed the word like a swear, his tail sweeping on the floor behind him so quickly that he sent small puffs of dirt spraying out of its fur with every swing. "How do we protect them if we're getting burnt every time they're injured? Why—"
His next sentence was cut off as he finally processed what the short one had said. He couldn't hold back a chirping laugh
~~~
"I do believe our second to arrive tried to find a way in. My guess is that the God Queen wishes for us to gather first, so she may notify us all at once. I doubt someone as busy as herself has the time to explain more than once or twice."
"Busy doing what?" Plume grumbled under her breath as a scowl grew on her face. It wasn't as if the Queen was off helping anyone.
Her scowl only deepened as the doors finally swung open. Of course the temple's interior was gilt in gold. For all her 'loving helper of humanity' act, she couldn't give up one ounce of her pointless show of how far she stood from the mortals she so humbly deigned to help. Still, she kept her mouth shut the whole walk through, even as they stood at the foot of the God Queen's throne. Such sacrifices of pride had to be made for any good thing to get done—that was, assuming that the Queen's quest would be as helpful as Plume had been led to believe.
"The demons I have brought as your protection. The road is perilous, and the dangers many."
So, that's what the demons were here for then. Plume had to admit, it was a clever idea. She had seen the aftermath of demon power firsthand, and having their own vessels for it would be handy when faced up against similar strengths. And, as much as she hated the idea of 'returning the world to balance' (read: back into the palms of the gods), anything was better than the demon-littered landscape it stood as currently.
She would've asked how exactly a couple of scrolls would accomplish that if it wasn't for the short—and apparently sharp-tongued—human piping up with his own thoughts on the matter. Plume tried not to laugh, she really did, but similar words had been lying in the back of her mind ever since she'd first heard about the God Queen's reasons for complacency, and her amused snort was (poorly) hidden only by a forced cough.
He didn't catch what Nina was saying, something about how it was "nice to meet him" (Peter would be lying if he said that didn't strike him with the sudden urge to prove her wrong), but the direction she wandered off in was enough to tell him her goals. They were here for a reason, after all... however much that reason differed.
Sighing, the stoat hopped over the spiral pool he'd been standing in front of and half-ran half-leapt toward the over-decorated doorway. With how far he had stood from the rest of the group (and the generous amount of time he took cast jealous glances at the numerous no-doubt-expensive metal inlays along the walls), he drew up toward the end of the party just as the God Queen was finishing her pompous little speech. His ears twitched just hearing it. Really, why did Gods have to be so full of themselves?
"Protect them?" He hissed the word like a swear, his tail sweeping on the floor behind him so quickly that he sent small puffs of dirt spraying out of its fur with every swing. "How do we protect them if we're getting burnt every time they're injured? Why—"
His next sentence was cut off as he finally processed what the short one had said. He couldn't hold back a chirping laugh
~~~
"I do believe our second to arrive tried to find a way in. My guess is that the God Queen wishes for us to gather first, so she may notify us all at once. I doubt someone as busy as herself has the time to explain more than once or twice."
"Busy doing what?" Plume grumbled under her breath as a scowl grew on her face. It wasn't as if the Queen was off helping anyone.
Her scowl only deepened as the doors finally swung open. Of course the temple's interior was gilt in gold. For all her 'loving helper of humanity' act, she couldn't give up one ounce of her pointless show of how far she stood from the mortals she so humbly deigned to help. Still, she kept her mouth shut the whole walk through, even as they stood at the foot of the God Queen's throne. Such sacrifices of pride had to be made for any good thing to get done—that was, assuming that the Queen's quest would be as helpful as Plume had been led to believe.
"The demons I have brought as your protection. The road is perilous, and the dangers many."
So, that's what the demons were here for then. Plume had to admit, it was a clever idea. She had seen the aftermath of demon power firsthand, and having their own vessels for it would be handy when faced up against similar strengths. And, as much as she hated the idea of 'returning the world to balance' (read: back into the palms of the gods), anything was better than the demon-littered landscape it stood as currently.
She would've asked how exactly a couple of scrolls would accomplish that if it wasn't for the short—and apparently sharp-tongued—human piping up with his own thoughts on the matter. Plume tried not to laugh, she really did, but similar words had been lying in the back of her mind ever since she'd first heard about the God Queen's reasons for complacency, and her amused snort was (poorly) hidden only by a forced cough.
