Arabian Nights

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Estelle looked the man up and down, appreciating the handsome man in front of her. He looked downright delicious as well, in more ways than one. It made her drip a liquid other than sweat. Which, at the moment, she realized she was sweating less.

The feel of energy from the sun wouldn't be foreign to her. Having been to a world where wavelengths were predominant, the same world in which she had devoured two of their strongest beings, she was well versed on the anomaly. The sun was giving her a pseudo resonance, or at least, that's what she would call it. She couldn't says he had felt anything like it before, especially from an astral being such as the sun.

Before answering the man, she would turn towards the sun and blow a thankful kiss towards it. "Lu minto ashmi." (You are my love.) She called to the star.

Turning back towards Ginos, Estelle's smile would become passive and she would listen to him finish saying he was lost. She understood his language, and even knew he was from a far more developed world or region than where they seemed to be at the moment.

Then again, she hadn't been in that world very long either. She didn't know how advanced the world was. Going simply by the familiar star that was the sun, then 'modern' would probably be the answer. Cars, homes with full baths, things such as that.

"Fosha min." Estelle would call in a commanding tone towards Ginos before spinning on her heel and heading off to finally cross the borders of the Corona Badlands and the Eternal Desert.

The three that appeared has silhouetted figures in the distance, steadily grew into more visible shapes. Their visages ranged from young to old, with the elder man sporting himself as the leader of the three. Ginos kept a close eye on them all, simply out of the caution that came with being a foreigner in a new land. A desert land at that, where there were laughing cacti, that probably killed whatever came near them. There was no time to drop one's guard, just because there had been a couple of friendly faces in a dire time.

Of course, that didn't mean there would be no respect for these people and their land, not in the least. The samurai was anything but disrespectful and when they were within speaking distance, he had giving them a deep bow. This showed his friendliness along with the respect for them as individuals. Shockingly enough, however, the three spoke in a language that wasn't foreign to him at all. Rather, four of them, seeing as Estelle, the gorgeously naked amazonian woman hadn't spoken a single identifiable word the entire time up until now. Ginos was honestly shocked, however, his past meditative training allowed him to remain stoic towards the revelation. Granted, he was curious about well... Everything, he wondered what exactly a, "shise," was.

Back to the matter at hand. Desert Owl, was his name. A stout man, who stood with locks of gray, and had a very composed air about himself. Just his stance alone garnered some more respect from the ebony-haired, interdimensional foreigner. But besides all of that, he had questions, and rightfully so. That question alone was insightful and allowed Ginos to have the notion, that Estelle wasn't native to this land, at least this particular desert. "Any village in the desert," surmised that Desert Owl knew about most, if not all desert communities that thrived out here.

Those silver-brown orbs turned themselves upon the huntress at his side, and he found himself questioning her further, but now wasn't the time...

"It's an honor, Desert Owl. We seek a village, any village, for the essentials. Shelter from the elements, safety from the land's dangers, food, water, and rest for our stamina, and possibly facilities my partner here can use to further harvest the dragon she carries." Ginos spoke with eloquence and treated them all as equals. That's how he saw them anyways. What more, why lie? Their purpose was simple. Survival. Better to keep it clear and concise, their intentions that is, as to avoid any misunderstandings.

Desert Owl would look the man that had spoken up to him straight in his eyes, and listened carefully. There was sincerity in his heart and honesty in his tone, and the very well conditioned eyes of the Desert Owl were able to see this through methods of spiritual perception. There was no wavering in him, and this brought great comfort and solace to the spirit of Desert Owl, himself. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to the bow, not finding it customary to bow such as he, yet still to honor that his deep nod of the head meant the equivalent. He turned to his team, whispering something to them briefly, and then they would split up toward the weakened Cackli whilst Desert Owl, himself, would return his attention to the two foreigners. "... Follow me," was all he'd say after that, turning around and walking back the way he came. He would lead them straight to the hidden village in the sands, the Khoya Village of the Lost Weapon Tribe.

"... The Magnus Ignis," the woman that was sent out from the group would say, turning to look at her son, "... Desert Crow. Go warn your grandfather, Desert Owl, that the great Spirit of the Desert is awake again." They had seen this patron of this land before, roaming the desert lands sometimes. If it was awake, then that meant they'd better steer clear of it if they couldn't interact with it. It was legend that this Fire God came down from the height of the mountains way off beyond the desert in this manifestation of itself as a Spirit, and the woman, Desert Lotus, already had seen this being's work first hand.

As Desert Crow took off behind Desert Owl not too long after he'd left, Desert Lotus would watch the Desert Spirit's movements and monitor as a scout for the village.

Desert Lotus would remain where she was, looking at the Desert Spirit as it took on physical form. She was a bit frightened by it, never really knowing what it wanted nor what it did. She hadn't seen this being very often, and was partially curious as to what it wanted. Many times, if they saw it, they avoided it and never got too close. It was known to be ferocious if approached incorrectly, and no one truly knew how to approach this being, even with the power to see its spirit. This one was far too powerful and the Khoya were better off just not ever going in the direction where they saw these manifestations of the Desert Spirit.

Even so, Desert Lotus could learn a lot about this being from this chance of a lifetime, since it had manifested so close to her location. She wanted to know more about the Desert Spirit and also wanted to make sure that it wasn't going toward her home. She continued to watch it, waiting silently and patiently.

There had been an onlooker watching this natural phenomenon of the Veritas occur from beyond the sight of the presence and the woman down below. Tracing the power signature and finding it to be an interesting buildup, the Otherworlder that hovered silently and discreetly overhead would immediately follow the 'Desert Crow' back to his village overhead, ensuring that he remained unseen and undetected by any of the residential folk down below as he entered the village.