Tinnok could roughly make out Evalin's words, but what she couldn't quite grasp, the strange female's tone and gaze made up for and explained in abundance. She was disappointed she couldn't kill her...couldn't do something to her, something Tinnok was sure was repulsive.
To Aka's question she had no answer. The most accurate and factual one in this scenario was that she was looking to die. That is what it would seem anyway, both races that coursed through her veins wanted her dead with the few exceptions, and all that was back here...was death.
But she did not come to die, simply to close the book on one last person she loved, who had no idea what had happened to her a season previously. She opened her mouth, wondering if she should say the truth or keep it to herself.
"To say goodbye." She said simply, it was the truth, and after this time...there would be no returning, that much she was certain of. To who or what, well Aka could leave that up to her and her...servant's imagination.
Seeing as the immediate danger was over, Tinnok half walked, half limped to the water. If the creature said that thing would not return, she would believe her...she seemed to know much and more about it, to the half breed's chagrin. She bent and scooped the slick muddy earth and began packing it over the burns on her legs and arms. She had no herbs that helped with burns, but keeping them as cool and comfortable as possible would help somewhat come the morn.
"Too far go to Zinrah in night." Tinnok stated. Make camp here or in jungle?" She glanced upwards at the tree in which her belongings were stored and stepped toward it. Here she closed her eyes for a moment, reaching deep within to pull at the magical essence within she was slowly becoming accustomed to. It was like...well not like anything she could compare readily. Not like slipping into comfortable clothes, more like a memory you didn't even remember having until it was there within you, but it was also like the most elaborate of stretches, something you had to practice to make sure it didn't get out of shape.
Either was, she willed that force within her to flow out from her center weaving over muscles and beneath skin, slowly, laboriously to her fingers and toes, wherein her nails began to thicken and lengthen into claws more appropriate for climbing. Hooked and sharp, Tinnok took a tick to check her work, then with a wince of sore burned legs began to climb up to her supplies, hand over hand, making sure she had a good grip into the bark before pulling her weight up, falling in front of that monster would be embarrassing to say the least...
To Aka's question she had no answer. The most accurate and factual one in this scenario was that she was looking to die. That is what it would seem anyway, both races that coursed through her veins wanted her dead with the few exceptions, and all that was back here...was death.
But she did not come to die, simply to close the book on one last person she loved, who had no idea what had happened to her a season previously. She opened her mouth, wondering if she should say the truth or keep it to herself.
"To say goodbye." She said simply, it was the truth, and after this time...there would be no returning, that much she was certain of. To who or what, well Aka could leave that up to her and her...servant's imagination.
Seeing as the immediate danger was over, Tinnok half walked, half limped to the water. If the creature said that thing would not return, she would believe her...she seemed to know much and more about it, to the half breed's chagrin. She bent and scooped the slick muddy earth and began packing it over the burns on her legs and arms. She had no herbs that helped with burns, but keeping them as cool and comfortable as possible would help somewhat come the morn.
"Too far go to Zinrah in night." Tinnok stated. Make camp here or in jungle?" She glanced upwards at the tree in which her belongings were stored and stepped toward it. Here she closed her eyes for a moment, reaching deep within to pull at the magical essence within she was slowly becoming accustomed to. It was like...well not like anything she could compare readily. Not like slipping into comfortable clothes, more like a memory you didn't even remember having until it was there within you, but it was also like the most elaborate of stretches, something you had to practice to make sure it didn't get out of shape.
Either was, she willed that force within her to flow out from her center weaving over muscles and beneath skin, slowly, laboriously to her fingers and toes, wherein her nails began to thicken and lengthen into claws more appropriate for climbing. Hooked and sharp, Tinnok took a tick to check her work, then with a wince of sore burned legs began to climb up to her supplies, hand over hand, making sure she had a good grip into the bark before pulling her weight up, falling in front of that monster would be embarrassing to say the least...
. Much longer and it will be a pain for the grader haha. We can do a sequel thread later on this season, or early next season as well 
