Pyra looks back at her home with a sad smile. It had only been a short couple of days before she was told to head out into the world. A faint smell cut through the soft winds blowing through the changing leaves. Making Pyra look over at her companion for this journey, Marshall. Her mother had restored him enough to travel, though she warned that it wasn't a perfect fix and likely there would be some issues.Turns out one of them was his stamina wasn't the best.
"Should I go on without you again?" She asks, a neutral look to her face. He had said it back in the first floor when something similar had happened near the stairs out. At her words the furry man groaned and struggles to sit up.
"No, no, you would like--ly get lost," He managed to cough out as he stands up. He claimed it would just take a few days to get his "wind back". She was unsure if it was some kind of magic or an item. Her mother had explained a lot of things to her in the last couple of weeks. She even got a notebook filled with more lessons and things Pyra could look at if she was stuck. Though the hope was that this Beastkin would be able to help her along, and he seemed quite happy to give her aid.
"Will your 'wind' be outside somewhere around here?" She asks looking around for anything laying on the grounds of her mother's domain. Since it was a dungeon's domain it stayed exactly the same unless the dungeon wished to change it. So something laying around would be something dropped, though usually the ants cleaned up stuff and brought it to one of the deeper rooms for safe keeping. Marshall tilts his head as he stares at her moving around, and searching for his 'wind'. Then, as realization hits, he blushes heavily.
"No, it's a figure of speech, meaning I need time to get stronger." Pyra looks confused, and Marshall internally wonders at this girl. She is certainly beautiful for a human, and the patterns of silver in her pale skin really drew the eye. Yet, she acted so strange, and claimed to talk to the dungeon. Well more than that, she claimed to be a child born from the dungeon like a monster. He was pretty certain that the dungeon was just ignoring them since they didn't have weapons. There was a famous dungeon in the Mira Kingdom that was called The Farmer's Delight, and didn't attack anyone as long as they didn't bring weapons in. Apparently the kingdom used a lot of golems to farm the vast space for the foods and spices that made them wealthy. Given the girl's behaviors and strangeness he was sure she was lost young and possibly from a noble family with those looks.
"Ummm, a figure of speech is something said to replace the truth. Kinda, relating it to something else?" His words tumbling over his thoughts as she looks at him. Those eyes were almost magic, and he kept finding them hard to look at. Pyra turns away from him after a bit of staring, not understanding the odd concept, to draw her fingers in the air. Green and red lines of light traced after them, and a series of symbols flash. After her mother gave her a name she was able to do a few things with the magic she was trying to learn. This spell was a way to find animals and monsters, and it shows that there are some all around the domain. They appeared in new shape, a circle, with the animals in blue and the monsters in red. It wouldn't last a long time, but it was certainly handy.
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"It looks like there are a few monsters around here, but mostly it's animals. I wonder if Mother would appreciate some of them as a gift." Pyra says, her words holding a touch of interest, and Marshall shivers a bit. To go hunting monsters or animals to throw them into a dungeon would be all kinds of dangerous.
"I think we should start by heading to the nearby town of Lolacal. It's at least a couple weeks of travel, but it keeps us from running into the Holding. That would be bad, at least for me." Pyra looks at him with a tilt to her head, "Do you understand the idea of bad people?" At that she nods her head.
"They will always be beaten by the truth and a hero, but hurt everyone else until one comes around." Words spoken in such a matter of fact tone that Marshall reconsiders how difficult this trip might be.
"Um, sure, well the Holding has a lot of bad people that want to hurt me, and maybe hurt you." He says to her, and a flash of anger passes through her expression. It both chilled him and made her eyes seem more red than green. The magic circle flickers out as she brings her hands to her hips, and clumsily pulls out a pair of long daggers. Daggers that most would call a short sword, but he was told, very pointedly, that they are certainly daggers.
"Mother told me that I have the power to make my own destiny and should kill bad people if they try to hurt me." Her words holding absolute conviction in their truth, "That means that I can be a hero. So we should go to this Holding place and get rid of them." And with that she walks off into the woods. Marshall hurried after her feeling that he needed to get used to this odd tempo of behaviors. Sooner rather than later because it would likely get them both into trouble regardless of where they ended up. She clearly had some of the worst traits of humans since they were just as stubborn, and he just saw her using their odd brand of magic.
"Hey princess, you are going the wrong way to the Holding." He lies, she is oddly heading straight for the Holding, and it scares him. At his words she freezes in place, tilting her head back and forth. He sighs, knowing he needs to stop using slang too now.
"Yes, I am a princess, and I understand titles are important to people. So I will need to be called Princess Pyra." Once again words of simple and solid conviction, and Marshal groans. They haven't even really started out into the woods, and he already had several regrets. She was waiting for him now, gazing at him with her strange eyes, they almost seemed to swirl.
"Right... maybe not when we get to town though, need to be careful who knows about your status to commoners." His words made him cringe, but it was a faint hope it would give him some time to figure out a better solution. She nods at him, and begins to follow after.