[h1][color=burlywood]Darsi & Dosi Ruuk[/color][/h1] [i]Father, We talked all night about what we wanted to do. We came to a conclusion we know you nor any of the family will like. We’ve left and we’re not coming back. Not for a while, at least. You may as well call us Omniks now. We love you all. We’re sorry. [right]- Darsi & Dosi[/right][/i] --- “Smells this.” Darsi shoved the clay bowl full of a newly made incense right into Dosi’s face, with Dosi rearing away and raising his hand to push the offer back. “Wh- no! Not while we’re so close t-… wait, don’t tell me you’re-“ Darsi had already shoved his snout into the bowl. Dosi merely watched as his brother slowly raised his head and took a few soft sniffs. His brow perked up some as his mouth hung agape. “Dun knows… what yah missin’.” He gently sealed up the bowl without so much as glancing at it and set it aside, placing his hands upon his knees, keeping his head raised and eyes closed. A smirk slowly began to etch itself across his face. And he slowly rose from his lowly bonds to Tithe and ascended into a state of sublime euphoria. Dosi shook his head, still watching. “Unbelievable.” He said, “We’re about to reach Capital City and you’re getting high.” “High… as… a clouds…” Darsi responded softly, not turning towards his brother. “You just set yourself up to look like a fool in front of… well, whoever’s there.” Dosi stated, “We walk in and you can’t even say a word right?” Of course, even when he wasn’t under the effects of an incense, Darsi’s Cyclan was a little less than stellar. Dosi had already mastered the language, but Darsi still got some words wrong every now and then. The incenses themselves didn’t help keep his memory intact. He’d only made lists and reminders for the important things; recipes. “Don’t… need… words…” Darsi replied softly and slowly, “Just gots tah… wave… the smells… around…” He slowly leaned back on his hammock, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. Dosi shook his head and turned back, looking at the trail sprawling forward. Off in the distance, he could see the faintest array of rooftops and spires over a low hill. These lands… they were nothing like the sands of Dorakis. Verdant greens with fields of odd plants reaching everywhere, and the [i]trees[/i]. They’d heard stories, both of them. Dosi had seen paintings done by travelers, and Goka had regaled the events of many travels to them both. But seeing it for themselves? For the first time? “Incredible…” Dosi remarked under his breath. “WHERES.” Darsi shouted, shooting up and thrusting his head out the frontward leather flap, darting his gaze left and right, “WHAT’S INCREDULOUS.” His eyes were wide and he was breathing frantically. That incense was doing its work, that’s for sure. “Ohhhhh…” He said, looking around at the scenery. “That… be… fulls of… yehhhhh…” Dosi shook his head once again. The twin doraks’ traveling companion, pack mule, bodyguard, [i]and[/i] mobile home, Karkada as they called her, scuttled along the stone-laden path arching over the hill. The moment they began to descend, they were met with a sight unlike any in Dorakis – fields upon fields of crops, filled with folks of several races working in them. Houses and huts dotted the borders of the fenced sections, stone pillars reaching up into the air and releasing puffs of smoke. The land, the people, the architecture… nothing like Dorakis. At all. As Karkada trudged along the path, many farmers and walkabouts stopped and stared. Some waved, some retreated into their homes. Of course, no harm was meant at all. Karkada was a peaceful creature, thanks to the brothers’ work. A lone boy peeked his head over a wooden fence and waved to the two Dorak. Dosi hesitantly waved back, and Darsi… well, he just kept looking at everything, wide-eyed. “I can feels me eyes… just… DANCENING…” Darsi said aloud, focusing his gaze on the encroaching northern gates of Capital City. A very, very large archway with lines of folks passing through, with some wagons and caravans to boot. Even from this distance, Dosi could tell it was big enough to let even Karkada pass through, big girl she is. He directed her towards the gates, creating a wide berth amidst the two-flow crowd. Most of them looked up at the two Dorak with a sense of bewilderment. Maybe they had never seen a Gimian Skora before. Whatever the case, the large tent strewn about her shell and tails did well to signal she was non-hostile. That didn’t mean the two would have to explain themselves a bit first, though. “Oi!” Came the voice of one of the armored guards stationed near the gate. “Doraki mount? That thing tame?” A bit of apprehension from Dosi at first, but he looked down at the guard and answered, “Yes, uh… sir. She’s behaved. Won’t cause any trouble. We’re here to barter some.” He was thankful the guards here at least knew of the Dorak and their travelling customs. “First them troop of red metal men with their fancy sticks, now you?” The guard replied, “Day keeps on gettin’ stranger. Ah… never mind it, go on in. No trouble now, hear me?” Dosi had no idea what the guard was on about with “red metal men”, but he wasn’t about to stick around and ask any inane questions. “I hear you.” Dosi said, nodding. He meagerly waved to the guard, who stepped aside to let them pass. Karkada began marching forward once more, with a wide berth granted by the crowd of folks coming and going into the city. Dosi was just awestruck at the multitude of races, all gathered together in one location. Tharnkidae was a fun place to be in Dorakis, and it had its fair share of foreign visitors, but… this was a new, fresh, outside experience. Meanwhile, Darsi was just slowly waving his hands about, flabbergasted by the crowd of folks around the city. A lot of them were eying the giant, twin-tailed scorpion just marching into the street with two scaly mole-men riding atop it with mixed looks of wonder, disdain, joy, and even fear. A Gimian Skora had that effect on foreigners, supposedly. Dosi pulled Karkada into a halt as she neared a peculiar building at the end of the pathway, facing the gate in the distance. Atop it rested a strange, winged, azure… serpentine, creature? Something neither of the brothers had ever seen before. Not even in paintings. From the looks of it, it wasn't trying to kill anyone. Maybe that was normal here, unlike most of the bugs in Dorakis. It just... rested, on the roof of the tavern, eyeing folks. It passed a quick glance at Karkada before turning away. Dosi thought it best to not question the creature's presence, but still... he was apprehensive. He averted his eyes downward. “The… Snorting Dragon?” Dosi muttered, staring at the sign above the doorway. Darsi peeked over his brother’s shoulder and gasped a bit. “Ohhhhhh, I wanna… I wants tah tries an’ eats it.” He said, dazed. His high wasn’t going to wear off anytime soon. “Looks like a tavern.” Dosi said, “Guess it’d be a nice place to start.” He looked around the surrounding area, at all the market stalls and vendors peddling their wares. If the Ruuks were looking to sell some of their stock, this seemed like the perfect location for it. Dosi turned to his brother and looked him in half his four eyes. “Listen to me very carefully.” He said, “I’m going to go in there and ask around for a… tour guide, I guess. Someone who can give us a lay of the place, maybe tell us where we can make a good amount of coin. If the area here doesn’t do such.” “And…” Darsi replied, smirking, “What’s about yah brutha? And ya skora?” “You’re going to stay out here until you’re back on ground level with the rest of us.” Dosi replied, “[i]Then[/i] you can come inside after you’ve made sure Karkada is secure.” Truth be told, Karkada was capable of fending off any thieves by herself – giant scorpions aren’t the most approachable creatures. Still though, in a foreign city… best to be safe. “Yesssss, I-… thinks I can do suches a thing and too.” Darsi replied, head wandering. “Goes on then, have yah… what’s…” “Just stay here.” Dosi said, shaking Darsi’s shoulders some. He turned and emerged from the tent, making a leap off of the now nestling Karkada. He turned back to see Darsi looking around some more, waving to random folks. If they were going to set up shop later, he’d have to be clear-headed for it. Dosi gave a wry smile, nonetheless, and headed for the tavern doors.