MATHAIR
They say a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, and as far as the Mathair can tell, she's three fine birds right here. Though, Ronin is right: he does look rather stringy. Remi and Deimos though? Oh they didn't look stringy at all.
Vines snap up from deep within the ground, coiling around Remi and Deimos both and rooting them right in place. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" She says, her voice sounding like a hoard of locusts that had just risen from the grass.
With a grin that looked like tombstones rising from the tar pits themselves, the Mathair begins to slink toward her two captured tour-guides. "Eenie...meenie...minie...moe" Her finger lands pointing at Deimos. 'Quite tall aren't you?' She hisses mercilessly, licking at her lips.
Well, the Mathair seems intent on eating Deimos and Remi. Will you try and talk your way out of things? Or...attack..a goddess? Up to you.
Vines snap up from deep within the ground, coiling around Remi and Deimos both and rooting them right in place. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" She says, her voice sounding like a hoard of locusts that had just risen from the grass.
With a grin that looked like tombstones rising from the tar pits themselves, the Mathair begins to slink toward her two captured tour-guides. "Eenie...meenie...minie...moe" Her finger lands pointing at Deimos. 'Quite tall aren't you?' She hisses mercilessly, licking at her lips.
Well, the Mathair seems intent on eating Deimos and Remi. Will you try and talk your way out of things? Or...attack..a goddess? Up to you.
