The half-blood's face didn't reflect any change. Her lips were pressed together tightly, her eyes wouldn't narrow or close. She was staring right onto the viper, her fancy red clothes and a hair surprisingly long for travelling in the jungle. Fear was crushed under inevitability, and she had no anger.
It was early morning in the jungle, and the air was never still, trembling with chirping and squawking and every odd sound that the critters could make, nice and eerie. The jungle was never still...
Haasha was used to the fact thateverybody was taller than her. If someone was a head shorter, the lucky one must have been called a dwarf. Gods, she was about to answer to a pregnant snake dwarf-woman. The most ridiculous in the setting is that a woman could take her down.
"And a mage." the side of half'bloods upper lip almost twitched into a snarl. "The god of Luck is definitely toying with me."
"Hey, princess, have you ever been farther that this from your cave?"
"The land is large and not only has you Dhani on its palm." her voice was quiet and shuffling, like the leaves in the wind, from the countries where dark trees with rough bark stood tall against the cold. "You don't think I'd run if I didn't want to live?" a breathy chuckle. "My name is Haasha. First of my line. I am Symenestra by my mother, who was a beautiful woman of many talents. It was my Dhani father who did this," her look darted downwards to return to the woman in the next instant. "to me."
She thought fast. Could she dodge the fireball? Was it flying as fast as an arrow? Not from that distance. Not with a limp leg. Not a chance.
"Whoever the petch are you - what do you want?"
She really didn't give any damn if the woman was even some petching royalty. Everyone was alone here in the wild.
It was early morning in the jungle, and the air was never still, trembling with chirping and squawking and every odd sound that the critters could make, nice and eerie. The jungle was never still...
Haasha was used to the fact thateverybody was taller than her. If someone was a head shorter, the lucky one must have been called a dwarf. Gods, she was about to answer to a pregnant snake dwarf-woman. The most ridiculous in the setting is that a woman could take her down.
"And a mage." the side of half'bloods upper lip almost twitched into a snarl. "The god of Luck is definitely toying with me."
"Hey, princess, have you ever been farther that this from your cave?"
"The land is large and not only has you Dhani on its palm." her voice was quiet and shuffling, like the leaves in the wind, from the countries where dark trees with rough bark stood tall against the cold. "You don't think I'd run if I didn't want to live?" a breathy chuckle. "My name is Haasha. First of my line. I am Symenestra by my mother, who was a beautiful woman of many talents. It was my Dhani father who did this," her look darted downwards to return to the woman in the next instant. "to me."
She thought fast. Could she dodge the fireball? Was it flying as fast as an arrow? Not from that distance. Not with a limp leg. Not a chance.
"Whoever the petch are you - what do you want?"
She really didn't give any damn if the woman was even some petching royalty. Everyone was alone here in the wild.