Ardea smelt the Drykas patrol before she saw them, the pungent smell of horse piercing the air wherever they rode. The Drykas were a race that she had encountered before, as a child. In fact, she recalled learning a tiny bit of their complex language at some point, Pavi, was it? About a dozen riders crashed into the clearing, wild-eyed, their horses pawing the ground and snorting aggressively. Their bodies were heavily muscled, some even more so than the Akalaks. Even the women possessed extraordinarily toned bodies that seemed toughened from so many years roaming the Sea of Grass.
"Intruders." The Drykas woman spoke Pavi, her words directed towards a lean man sitting atop a stunning pinto stallion. All of them were clothed in bright amber clothing and he vigilant kelvic spotted a sparkling topaz worn somewhere on each of their bodies. Although Ardea felt no fear, she knew they were outnumbered. Without Vanari, she would have feel extremely confident, knowing that she could escape at any moment. But now... Her thoughts wandered wildly and an image of Vanari attempting to ride on her back kept popping up in her mind, making the corners of her mouth twitch humorously.
After a few moments of incoherent conversation in Pavi between the riders, the Drykas male that she had picked out previously strode forward. His handsome strider seemed more tame in comparison to the others, as if their bond was more mature, stronger. For a long tick, he simply sat before them, running his placid gaze over each of them in turn. Ardea took a moment to admire his refined facial features and how easily he controlled his stallion.
"Greetings, travellers. My name is Tyserion Goldenstride and we are riders of the Topaz clan." Tyserion spoke common with a strong accent, but he was surprisingly fluent.
"These are the cause of the disturbance in the webbing." The same Drykas woman as earlier reminded the man in Pavi.
"We mean no harm." Ardea's Pavi was broken, but she hoped they'd get the general gist of what she was trying to say and that she hadn't messed up any of the body language. The Drykas exchanged surprised glances amongst themselves, they had not expected this outsider to know any of their elaborate language. However, Tyserion ploughed onwards,
"The Sea of Grass is no place for the faint of heart. There was a beast in this area earlier; one of our riders heard its roar. Do you happen to know of its whereabouts?"
Panic flooded through the kelvic. Petch. Petch. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at Vanari, hoping she would be able to come up with something creative.
"Intruders." The Drykas woman spoke Pavi, her words directed towards a lean man sitting atop a stunning pinto stallion. All of them were clothed in bright amber clothing and he vigilant kelvic spotted a sparkling topaz worn somewhere on each of their bodies. Although Ardea felt no fear, she knew they were outnumbered. Without Vanari, she would have feel extremely confident, knowing that she could escape at any moment. But now... Her thoughts wandered wildly and an image of Vanari attempting to ride on her back kept popping up in her mind, making the corners of her mouth twitch humorously.
After a few moments of incoherent conversation in Pavi between the riders, the Drykas male that she had picked out previously strode forward. His handsome strider seemed more tame in comparison to the others, as if their bond was more mature, stronger. For a long tick, he simply sat before them, running his placid gaze over each of them in turn. Ardea took a moment to admire his refined facial features and how easily he controlled his stallion.
"Greetings, travellers. My name is Tyserion Goldenstride and we are riders of the Topaz clan." Tyserion spoke common with a strong accent, but he was surprisingly fluent.
"These are the cause of the disturbance in the webbing." The same Drykas woman as earlier reminded the man in Pavi.
"We mean no harm." Ardea's Pavi was broken, but she hoped they'd get the general gist of what she was trying to say and that she hadn't messed up any of the body language. The Drykas exchanged surprised glances amongst themselves, they had not expected this outsider to know any of their elaborate language. However, Tyserion ploughed onwards,
"The Sea of Grass is no place for the faint of heart. There was a beast in this area earlier; one of our riders heard its roar. Do you happen to know of its whereabouts?"
Panic flooded through the kelvic. Petch. Petch. Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at Vanari, hoping she would be able to come up with something creative.
