Glass Dolls

Of Heroes and Humanity - 2

"I am... as irritated with that thing as you are. However if you consider me a hero then you must extend the title to it as well. We're both doing everything that we can to fix this world. Of course, I have no human failings."

From The Interrogations of The Starlight Unra'xi held by Conductor Velvette.

Level of Refraction: 274 degrees.

The sun has begun to dip behind the horizon by the time Mold reaches the mountains. Aside from the one time when she spooked a flock of wyverns by flying too close to them her journey was uneventful, but now she has grown tired of the gorgeous rolling plains. Thankfully it seems that the adventurers she's looking for haven't decided to venture into the mountains yet; Mold spots them setting up camp for the night in the sloping foothills.

This'll be fun.

She tucks her wings in, plummeting towards the ground as fast as she can. At the last possible second she stretches them out again, landing safely on the other side of the hill from the heroes. There are four of them, and she can hear them mumbling about something. Thanks to her little maneuver, though, they didn't see her at all.

Mold has no idea how she is going to start this interaction, so as with most things she decides to make it up as she goes along.

Well, I suppose I should gently introduce myself. She muses.

"Hey guys." Mold says as she steps out from behind the hill.

There's a flurry of action in response, and as the dust settles Mold finds various pointy objects brandished at her face. In the very back there's a shimmering arrow notched into a short bow. The bow, ironically, is wielded by a hulking individual with the head of a komodo dragon. To their right--Mold's left--and a little bit closer to her, stands a dark skinned man holding a spear to her cheek with bulging arms. To her right one side of a double bladed battle ax wavers centimeters away from her carotid artery, a pale man--no--boy struggling under the weight of his weapon.

In the center of them all the man that moved first stands in front of Mold, a dark silvery sword resting gently against her sternum. He brushes a clump of long, reddish hair from his face with his free hand, and his green eyes look intently into Mold's open yellow one. He watches as she raises her hand, moving her bangs further down over her right eye.

"Who are you?" The man in the center questions.

"A damsel in distress." She taps a pointy fingernail against his sword. "Who are you?"

"Nobody." He replies. "How did you sneak up on us like that?"

"Sneak? I wouldn't say that. I introduced myself all nice and polite. You're the ones that jumped on me, I'll have you recall."

"We have been traveling the plains for two days now, and not once have we even had a glimpse of someone else following us. You must understand our wariness."

He sighs and drops his sword limply to his side before sheathing it. His companions do the same immediately, however the man with the spear gives Mold a glare before dropping his weapon to the ground.

"These seem like some good companions you have here, Mr. Nobody." Mold plops down onto the ground cross legged, arousing a start from the young boy as he covers his ax.

"As good as they come." He settles down on a mossy rock opposite of her.

They watch each other for a while, sizing each other up. The lizardperson drops the sack on their back to the ground, revealing firewood within. They and the boy begin to set up a fire in between Mold and Nobody.