Iskessah was not particularly impressed with the description of the Symenestra culture. Artists and weavers? Hardly pursuits that were worthy of note. They sounded like they could be wiped out by a sneeze. She rolled her eyes at his flowery description of his home, not that he was in a position to see. And Viratas sounded like no fun at all. Wanton bloodshed was the best kind. She paid more attention when he got to the bit about his poison. The potency of the poison seemed to be determined in much the same was as Dhani poison, though the effects were slightly different. Symenestra poison had had a paralyzing effect, where Dhani poison just dissolved organs. His ability to climb was interesting. After some thought, it occured to her that climbing would allow him to easily go places few would think to look, rooftops for example. If one did not expect that there would be someone perched on a wall above one's head, one would not bother to look up. It gave the Symenestra a decided tactical advantage. Iskessah would have to get into the habit of looking up more often.
When he had finished, she realized it was her turn to speak. She hesitated, her hand almost tightening on his throat Did she really want to do this? Give an outsider information that could potentially be used against her? But she felt his fangs on her neck, and remembered the terrible agony she had suffered not long before. She began slowly, not sure entirely what to say, and still trying to minimize her need for 's' sounds. She decided to start with what he already knew. "I am Dhani. A rattler Dhani; there are other typesss, but they are hardly worth dissscusssssing. I can change into two other formsss, the one you sssaw earlier, and a hybrid of that and my human sshape. Like you, I have poissson, and I am ssstronger and fassster than humansss."
She debated what to tell him about her senses. They were better in her other forms, but she saw no reason he should need to know that her human form had any non-obvious weaknesses. If he were clever, he should just assume that such things were obviously part of her other forms. Though there was one sense which did not diminish in this shape, and in the spirit of good faith (and perhaps a bit of fun), she decided to infrom him of it anyway. "I alssso have a sssuperior sssenssse of tassste," she said with a smirk in her voice, as she licked his ear to demonstrate. "For exssample, you tassste of...ugh...fruit. How can you eat that ssshyke...."
What else was there to tell? she had covered the basics of her abilities. When he'd explained the Symenestra, he had also given details about culture, their deity, their religion. "I worssship Ssssiku, the mother of Dhani and other ssserpentsss. Ssiku iss not like your god. Ssshe takesss pleasssure in the sssuffering of othersss. We sshow our love to her by ssspreading havoc and pain." The mere thought of such things was making her feel giddy, and that feeling was coming through in her voice. Thoughts of Siku alwys improved her mood. They made her feel... less alone...
As her thoughts returned to her home, her her voice took on a harder edge. "My home liesss a great dissstance that way," she said, pointing unerringly to the west. "I can sstill feel it there, waiting... but I can barely remember it. I have been gone too long. I sssometimess wonder if I am even ssstill Dhani. I... cannot remember... what filled my daysss before I... came to Ravok." Her voice had grown quieter, and she was speaking through what a perceptive person might have described as a lump in her throat. It seemed almost as though she had forgotten the Symenestra was there, though her grip on his throat did not slacken. |