Citlali couldn't boast of having much experience in the realm of verbal communication that didn't include graceful sibilance, but she was fairly certain the tone this child was taking with her was anything but grateful. Looking her over, she wondered if a Dhani child could look this foul if she was granted the ability to take human form at a young age.
It was not an amusing thought.
Ssafiracitlali's grasp of Myrian was small and included the basest words, and so she could not string together the meaning of what the child was snapping at her. The confusion etched itself briefly in the dark expanse of her woodland eyes before it was eased away by distaste at having to speak once more.
Her mouth opened to address the child but she stopped short. The jungle made a lot of noise, yet the Dhani had experienced it enough to recognise a sound that did not belong. For a moment, her lip curled, and she looked back at this child. There was threat lingering in the air, and the desire within Citlali's very limbs to coil around the girl and embrace her until she slept without hope of waking. A child-Myrian skull would have made a lovely gift.
"We see soon," she said, sounding the unfamiliar words out. A last look was cast over the child, assessing and cruel, before Citlali dragged her from her prone position and threw her out of the earthy den wrought by roots and ferns.
In the moments before enemies came upon her, Citlali had the time to reshape her form once again, donning the figure of a true serpent, before fleeing to that pool of water that the girl had taken a swim within.
It wasn't in her to let her scales be marked by swords.
It was not an amusing thought.
Ssafiracitlali's grasp of Myrian was small and included the basest words, and so she could not string together the meaning of what the child was snapping at her. The confusion etched itself briefly in the dark expanse of her woodland eyes before it was eased away by distaste at having to speak once more.
Her mouth opened to address the child but she stopped short. The jungle made a lot of noise, yet the Dhani had experienced it enough to recognise a sound that did not belong. For a moment, her lip curled, and she looked back at this child. There was threat lingering in the air, and the desire within Citlali's very limbs to coil around the girl and embrace her until she slept without hope of waking. A child-Myrian skull would have made a lovely gift.
"We see soon," she said, sounding the unfamiliar words out. A last look was cast over the child, assessing and cruel, before Citlali dragged her from her prone position and threw her out of the earthy den wrought by roots and ferns.
In the moments before enemies came upon her, Citlali had the time to reshape her form once again, donning the figure of a true serpent, before fleeing to that pool of water that the girl had taken a swim within.
It wasn't in her to let her scales be marked by swords.
