"When are they going to get here? Didn't Remmy leave to get her a week and a half ago?"
The pair walked along the makeshift streets in the dim glow of twilight, doing their best to look after the small amalgam of misfits that they'd been put in charge of temporarily.
"Don't worry; we can handle ourselves without her for a few more days at least. We're self sufficient, aren't we? She keeps us in check, but we can be responsible without her," the taller woman turned to her shorter companion before turning to look at the rest of the citizens of the village that they were currently watching over while their leader went to go get her girlfriend.
When a fight broke out in the middle of the dirt path, they knew for sure that they weren't quite as qualified as their absentee official.
The taller Amore grumbled, running over and trying to push the two brawlers apart with a bit of struggle.
"Oh my goodness, Marshelle, can you please sort out your problems with every single Cromai in the village? We're going to have to kick you out if you don't get over yourself."
The tailed creature backed off, crossing her arms and growling. "He gave me a dirty look, Discessi! Am I supposed to ignore that?"
"Mar, you're practically blind. Those deep-sea eyes don't do you any good up here. Don't accuse every blurry face of being a scowl. I know you like drama, but this isn't the time or the place."
The shorter Amore took this time to tend to the scratches that littered the Cromai's skin. Thankfully, the thin wings were still intact.
"I don't know why you even let her in here. She has wounded two others this month. It isn't safe. We wouldn't be alive and healthy if it weren't for you, Manere," the Cromai looked at the one healing him with a sigh.
"You know that she can't help but be aggressive. Living in isolation like that doesn't do anyone any good. Just wait until we all get to live together peacefully in the cities, in nicely furnished homes without pesky leaks! You won't have to worry about her bothering you after she gets used to having people around."
"After you get to live in the cities, that is. You're so close. You can get jobs- even royal armor!- while we're still greeted with a mob every time we try to talk to a Saren. Those stuck up imbeciles..."
She giggled, closing her three eyes as her magic flowed through the shallow scratches on the small winged man's body.
"You know very well that we won't rest until all of us are safe. We won't leave anyone behind. That means you, too."
She sealed her magic off with a peck of her lips, leaving the smooth grey skin to sparkle softly with the glow of her healing magic. The Cromai blushed softly, looking away and nodding.
"Let's hope for that to happen quickly, then," he stuttered, flapping his wings and taking off, staying low to keep himself in the cover of the rocky terrain. The northern mountain, barren and cold, was the best place to set up camp. They would be farther north on the Isle than most people would ever need to go in their life.
Of course, Remeas would be risking that with her little stunt. Sure, it'd probably be better than constantly sneaking in and out of the castle, taking weeks off from her responsibilities of recourse management and public relations in the village of misfits they'd made together. But with everything else? The residents of the kingdom would take more notice of the princess's absence than her usual day long outings, and the village's residents would more than likely be bitter about royalty moving in. Apparently, the risk was worth it to her, and they were in no position to argue with her plan. She was the brains of the operation, so if she said that this was the way things had to be, they believed her.
The tall, two-eyed Amore walked back over once the land dwelling Vaen was dealt with, a grumble rumbling in her chest. While both of them were hybrids, they couldn't be more different. Having a Saren mother, Manere looked much less like an amore, with curly hair, a short stature, and stubby horns. Discessi was the model of a perfect Amore- tall, with long, straight hair and large, imposing horns. She didn't have the signature third eye, though, and her hair was a deep red instead of the usual white. Her mother was pure Amore, and died like most did during the birthing process. Without the technology sported by the Saren, a lot of medical procedures didn't turn out well. They had those with healing magic, but they were only good for bruises or lacerations no deeper than an inch.
The two women walked towards their small home, the house of pine and stone sitting at the head of a swarm of huts and man-made caverns that housed the rest of the population. An icy stream ran past it, the rushing water's cry audible even through the carefully crafted walls. A few friendly faces greeted them upon their return, along with requests for healing or food. The doorway lacked a door, their home always open to those who needed it. Remeas was adamant about the policy, though it meant the three of them hardly ever had time to themselves. They sat down on the cold stone floor, helping until the small group slowly funneled out, allowing them to lean back for a minute or two of rest.
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FantasíaThe princess is gone. She's been missing before, but she has always come back within the day without having anything to say about her absence. Now, it's been a week without a single report. She might've run away, but there's one thing that makes tha...
