Delta
There is one thing that Delta has in common with the cloud wyrms: she really fucking loves shiny things. Anything else? She's going to dispute it, but SHINY THINGS? Oh boy, Delta loves things that are shiny. You see, rust is gross. It's like, nasty and crusty and feels weird and everything about it is bad. Sadly, most shiny things are ruined by the rust, so it isn't often that Delta sees shiny stuff.
From her perch, she could then see a legwalker with a perfect stack of... shiny things! But then she remembered there was a cloud wyrm nearby, looking back over more seemed to appear. Fuck, are those things like guppies or something?
Whatever they're doing, it's not good. Calling out to the man, Delta hopes that she can reach him in time. "Quick! Guard your things!" These were the only correct words to be used in such a situation, obviously. "The wyrms want them,"
From her perch, she could then see a legwalker with a perfect stack of... shiny things! But then she remembered there was a cloud wyrm nearby, looking back over more seemed to appear. Fuck, are those things like guppies or something?
Whatever they're doing, it's not good. Calling out to the man, Delta hopes that she can reach him in time. "Quick! Guard your things!" These were the only correct words to be used in such a situation, obviously. "The wyrms want them,"
