The Ancient Order

Deimos was a general, which really wasn't that surprising. But Rexanna being ascended? Just. Fucking. Great. Ingrid felt conflict rise inside her but... herdmates were family, no matter how well they knew each other or how often they spoke. (Family Ingrid thought she'd lost forever, mind you.) Ingrid's expression only grew gloomier when she learned that the monsters had claimed the life of a Helovian legend. So Zariah hadn't made them up just to scare her...

"But the others I can help you find... Some of them are especially friends of Isuma's!" That chased away any remaining tears threatening her eyes. Ingrid grinned. "Well then Isuma better help," she replied.

A fun fact regarding their next topic: eggplants are actually fruit. And man was this one low-hanging. That said, however predictable, she was sure as shit still going to make the joke.

"Find me an eggplant seed and I will do just that."

"You want me to find you eggplant seeds? I'm not a whore, Jigano. Find some yourself."

"They're rather bland, though, don't you think?"

"I go back and forth on how I feel about eggplants, depending on the day," she replied. What? She swung both ways, and she definitely wasn't above joking about it.

Ingrid reclined in her chair, tilting it back on two legs while Jigano shared his story. "You're telling me there are sentient books right there, and you didn't FUCKING SAY ANYTHING? Show me! Well, maybe show me one of the less dangerous ones," she said, letting her chair fall back onto four legs. "Oh, the Fey? I think I met one of them already," she added offhandedly. "But if our two peoples don't remain at peace? Will I no longer be welcome here?" she ventured. How conditional was his friendship, exactly?