JERB STUFF
The lamia effortlessly shifts across the sand that lead to the village. Hebisha has honestly no idea why she even agreed to helping these people. One moment she was just getting books that the blind could read and the next moment she was being stalked but an old man who wanted to get her attention. The lamia has no interest in helping that man, the Rune Knights could do it, but Hebisha nonetheless agreed. Why did she even bother to have feelings when she does not even know that she can express it. The lamia sighed again, her 8 swords' hilts glimmering brightly. The serpentine body shifts fluidly across the boiling sand. What an inconvinient weather to even do this. Eventually the lamia skids to a halt and her momentum kicks up some sand with her long snake tail. The lamia veers back to gain some height. Definitely as the old man had said, barricaded, with bandits armed to the teeth, literally. Hebisha may not be able to see but she can see heat and taste the metal.
The lamia drops to the ground and coils up before looking at her fellow companions, unlucky blokes like her. The lamia can not really tell any sort of features, but they both reek of magic, magic that was new and awakened. Definitely a bunch of newbies to magic, or at least has some semblance of it just not with full power. Hebisha slowly "sits" on herself, using the massive length coiled she had as a chair as her tongue flickered.
The lamia effortlessly shifts across the sand that lead to the village. Hebisha has honestly no idea why she even agreed to helping these people. One moment she was just getting books that the blind could read and the next moment she was being stalked but an old man who wanted to get her attention. The lamia has no interest in helping that man, the Rune Knights could do it, but Hebisha nonetheless agreed. Why did she even bother to have feelings when she does not even know that she can express it. The lamia sighed again, her 8 swords' hilts glimmering brightly. The serpentine body shifts fluidly across the boiling sand. What an inconvinient weather to even do this. Eventually the lamia skids to a halt and her momentum kicks up some sand with her long snake tail. The lamia veers back to gain some height. Definitely as the old man had said, barricaded, with bandits armed to the teeth, literally. Hebisha may not be able to see but she can see heat and taste the metal.
The lamia drops to the ground and coils up before looking at her fellow companions, unlucky blokes like her. The lamia can not really tell any sort of features, but they both reek of magic, magic that was new and awakened. Definitely a bunch of newbies to magic, or at least has some semblance of it just not with full power. Hebisha slowly "sits" on herself, using the massive length coiled she had as a chair as her tongue flickered.
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