The transition from the Brutes’ territory to the new clan was a far more drastic one than from the Forgotten to the Brutes. The hard rock cavern floors were replaced with damp soil, much to the vayrons surprise, and from this soil grew the strangest plants the group had ever seen. The ones in Vitalus seemed at least somewhat familiar but these plants were completely alien to them. The dim path was no longer guided by glowing crystals and lamps but by the strange trees arching over the path. Critters scattered in the bushes though no one could see what they looked like.
Pretty as it was, the vayrons remained by the stretcher. The haedian’s groans and cries of pain constantly reminded them of their objective. They had to keep moving and quickly.
“My, a visit from the Brutes!” A voice sang to them from somewhere above and ahead of them. The group slowed as a grey and pink haedian glided to meet them from the top of a strange twisted tree. A couple more brightly coloured haedians followed. They landed lightly in front of Ethel and Mendras. Naros came trotting around from the back for a closer look. The lead haedian acknowledged the vayrons with a nod before moving onto their injured.
“A nasty injury, this one. Set him down, set him down.” The lead pink haedian said. She held out a hand and another haedian dropped something small in it. She pried open his jaw and dropped it in.
“Chew,” she said. The haedian complied and suddenly he sighed with relief. Satisfied, she moved to treat the impaled foot. Ethel inched closer to watch, as did Mendras. Naros was a bit slower to follow and kept his distance.
“Ambassadors from the surface, I presume?” The haedian asked as she and her team worked swiftly, practically in sync with one another. “I am Pyrri, leader of the Tranquil clan. I’ll be glad to teach you our ways, if you are willing to learn.”
Ethel bowed her head in greeting. “I am Ethel. This is Mendras…” she waved her tail at the forged runner and then the pink puller. “And this is Naros.”
“Who is the fourth?” Pyrri asked.
Ethel blinked in confusion. “Pardon?”
“Ah, nevermind, then. Why don’t you three take up a corner so we can carry our friend to the infirmary.” She finished up and turned to smile at each of them. “There is much to show you!”
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The transition from the Brutes’ territory to the new clan was a far more drastic one than from the Forgotten to the Brutes. The hard rock cavern floors were replaced with damp soil, much to the vayrons surprise, and from this soil grew the strangest plants the group had ever seen. The ones in Vitalus seemed at least somewhat familiar but these plants were completely alien to them. The dim path was no longer guided by glowing crystals and lamps but by the strange trees arching over the path. Critters scattered in the bushes though no one could see what they looked like. Pretty as it was, the vayrons remained by the stretcher. The haedian’s groans and cries of pain constantly reminded them of their objective. They had to keep moving and quickly. “My, a visit from the Brutes!” A voice sang to them from somewhere above and ahead of them. The group slowed as a grey and pink haedian glided to meet them from the top of a strange twisted tree. A couple more brightly coloured haedians followed. They landed lightly in front of Ethel and Mendras. Naros came trotting around from the back for a closer look. The lead haedian acknowledged the vayrons with a nod before moving onto their injured. “A nasty injury, this one. Set him down, set him down.” The lead pink haedian said. She held out a hand and another haedian dropped something small in it. She pried open his jaw and dropped it in. “Chew,” she said. The haedian complied and suddenly he sighed with relief. Satisfied, she moved to treat the impaled foot. Ethel inched closer to watch, as did Mendras. Naros was a bit slower to follow and kept his distance. “Ambassadors from the surface, I presume?” The haedian asked as she and her team worked swiftly, practically in sync with one another. “I am Pyrri, leader of the Tranquil clan. I’ll be glad to teach you our ways, if you are willing to learn.” Ethel bowed her head in greeting. “I am Ethel. This is Mendras…” she waved her tail at the forged runner and then the pink puller. “And this is Naros.” “Who is the fourth?” Pyrri asked. Ethel blinked in confusion. “Pardon?” “Ah, nevermind, then. Why don’t you three take up a corner so we can carry our friend to the infirmary.” She finished up and turned to smile at each of them. “There is much to show you!”
2024-04-23 10:43:27
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