Naga!Pythor x Reader

In Which Pythor is a Pretty Terrifying Driver, but not a Bad Dance Partner

You collapsed with a sigh into a chair beside Pythor, watching the sun set on Ouroboros with a new palette of blazing colors. 

    He continued to rant about the "infernal, unpredictable Samurai", picking apart a whole chicken with a thin knife and fork. 

    Much to Skales's disappointment, your group never made it into the air. The ninja showed up in Ouroboros, along with the Samurai mech at a different point, resulting in the capture of both. Pythor pitted them against each other, but the Samurai actually assisted the ninja and all fled. Pythor was a figure of grim contained anger ever since. While Sales made multiple jokes about it and Acidicus raged.

    "Are there legal repercussions for being associated with you?" you asked, sipping a bold soup out of a cup. 

    "Depends on who you ask" he growled, snapping a leg bone off the chicken with a graceful flick of his wrist. 

    The fangpyre woman from earlier knocked and entered, bowing, "Dessert, m'lord?" She asked. 

    "Surprise me," Pythor took one of his journals out of his bag, adding it to the pile of research on the table and scribbling something down in wild but elegantly calligraphed Anacondrai. 

    She nodded, glanced at you, and exited. 

    You looked over at what he was writing, picking up a bowl of caramelized fruit, thinking about how quickly one could get fat on the Serpentine food- supposedly because someone with a 30-foot long tail ate more than a human girl. "Why were you going after a Fangblade at the Constrictai tomb?" 

    "I'm looking for any kind of lead on their location, and the Constrictai are record keepers. Why do you ask?"  He peered into his now cold tea, made a face and set it back down. 

    "I though the Elemental Masters hid the Fangblades when they locked the Serpentine away."

    "They did. The blades awakening the Devourer is only one of their purposes, they can keep Ouroboros from ever being sunk under the sand again, and prevent the tombs from being sealed, as long as they are placed in the city. You see, the seal on the tombs was not only a physical one, but an ancient curse from a Serpentine sorceress. They literally cannot be opened or broken out of from the inside, once all are shut, someone has to open each tomb. So you can see, my dear, why I'd want the blades," His eyes were lost in thought as he reached for a steaming pitcher and a new cup. 

    You took your own journal out and jotted that down quickly as he spoke. 

    "I didn't know that, but what I meant was, do you not have the riddle the Elemental Masters left for the generations to come?" 

    Pythor quirked his head towards you, "What riddle?" He raised his eyebrows, interest peaked. 

    "That short riddle they left in old Ninjagian. I've got a copy of it in my office."

    "Well what does it say!?" 

    "See that's the thing," You scratched the back of your head, "I heard a guy say it once but I don't really remember. And I can't read old Ninjagian." 

    "Good heavens, woman!" He threw his hands in the air, "You can read the language of a dead species not your own, but you can't read the old language of the humans?" 

    You crossed your arms, "Old Ninjagian is weird." 

    "I can read it- I want that riddle," He stood erect, "Can you get it?" 

    "Out of my office? Yes." 

    "Fantastic," He gave a sharp-fanged grin. 

    The Fangpyre woman entered with a large tray, sitting it on the table.