Mar

Before the human had reached into hearing range, Mar’s eyes lazily noted the Fallen Orc’s slight walk around her as his eyes lowered to glimpse the limp Wood Elf. She was glad the words out of his mouth were about the opening ceremony and didn’t insist she kill the humanoid. It likely would’ve been pointless and more a pain since it caused disagreeable reactions from other bipeds. Instead his form leaned down to haul the creature into his arms, likely to make the travel faster as he eager to be off. She didn’t understand why such significance should’ve been tied to this day. For her, and many like her, it was any other day. When he cradled the Wood Elf’s unresponsive body in his arms, the Naga was glad to have more mobility and freed from the clumsy weight but her thoughts had trailed off just after the new arrival came. Her reaction was a warning and instinctual causing the man, all she could make from his faint scent, to stop dead in his tracks. 

He held his hands, slowly, as he walked towards him. Her eyes looked over, studied the garments from the mask which hide his face to his outfit that outlined his form for easy movement. Personally she didn’t like clothing. It served little purpose, only hindered her torso’s mobility while making her skin itch and redden. 

Tyrael was the first to speak, breaking her from thoughts. Her body relaxed, slowly fell from its aggressive posture yet remained alerted. The man’s voice confirmed her tongue’s earlier flick scenting was correct as she narrowed her eyes upon him, clearly suspicious of him. It seemed he had gotten himself locked out. Some that seemed typical of certain males and something made her think this one would fit well in that area within her mind. Tyrael had proven himself several times over but this male hadn’t even the chance to, his currently mishap had dampened her expectation slightly. Why most humans are so curious? She questioned in a fleeted moment, only wasting time in their conversation that could’ve been used to farther their path to the College and rid them of the current wounded. Her eyes shifted to Tyrael giving a slight look against the time wasted. It was one she displayed on a few hunts with him, when the few times her instincts had actually been right to move, and hoped to encourage their departure once more. They far too exposed out here for her liking. 

Already her coils showed signs of anxiety before the man’s voice became directed at her, her head snapped to him with an intense look. Her eyebrow raised but gave a short answer, the shorter version of her name as only those like Tyrael or other of her kin had earned the right to use the longer one. “Mar.” 

Her head tilted upright to see yet another creature, leafy and odd, come trampling towards them. What looked like hands waved over her head, her voice distorted and cut out that only a few words were made out. Without thinking, Mar’s tongue once more tasted the air. It smelt strongly of sweet and coco, a rare spice found in a few parts of Yarsomere. At the only word she knew most about, Rune, her head turned to the Fallen Orc as if asking him if she was a friend of his. Though they both knew otherwise, at she thought so. 

“We’re wasting time… just bring both of them along and let’s enter the College, we’ll sort things out there.” Mar’s voice made the suggestion clear to all involved but her body language was still on edge, her figure waited for the other two to move first before she followed.