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"Is somebody there?" a voice calls. "Just a second." You stop. "Hello." A shape walks out of the shadows, munching on some grass. Looking down, you notice that the earth at your feet is brown, trimmed too short to provide a meal for an asrire. 
You stare at the figure. Bright colors are splashed across her purple body, at first glance too bright to look at at comfortably. You gulp as you see a snake on her left foreleg, but a golden tail ring of the same material lets you know that it's only jewelery. She cocks her head and swallows. "Yes?" "Oh, nothing important. I was just wandering around the area. I didn't know you lived here." Movement in the corner of your eye brings your gaze back to the snake jewelery. You could have sworn--nah. "Oh, really? That's nice. I don't get many visitors here, except for the others in my tarsuinn." You wished she'd make a more obvious effort to start a conversation. "Ah. That sounds--lonely. You've got a tarsuinn?" "Not mine. I'm the fifth mare, actually. It's the Tarsuinn of Youthful Spirits. It's made of just the asrire from this realm right now. The Portal asrire from this realm." Her voice has a slight edge to it as she corrects herself, marking the subject dangerous ground. "Um... As it should be," you say cautiously, not really knowing what you were talking about. She fixes you with a contemplative stare. "Yes. As it should be." She turns. "You may stay or go--it does not matter much. Good-bye." And she walks away. You're just a bit confused. That was a quick change of emotions. But, seeing nothing of interest, you leave.
Sirah's Realm |
