[center][h1][i][color=8dc73f]Erin Céleste[/color][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c1219c01-91e8-4510-89fc-c8c00556b9a2.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
The Fae ignored Erin's question, but did speak to her at least. [color=8dc73f]"Lo siento. Las historias que conozco de mitos en España siempre se refieren a la mitad serpientes como Naga. Pensé Lamia era un término griego? ¿O son realmente dos criaturas diferentes..."[/color] She trailed off, this question not really needing an answer as she left that thought for later. She kept pace with the Lamia as the hall turned to more of a cave once again, still not wanting to fall behind. She considered asking the Lamia's name again, but considering how the woman had dodged giving it before she let it be. 

As the cart of bodies drove by, Erin stepped out of its way, moving to walk on the Lamia's other side, closer to the cavern wall now. She [i]tried[/i] to ignore it as much as possible, but seeing how the corpses were being carted off- Fae and Human alike- made Erin wonder at just what type of society this was. The Human woman who'd been helping her with her English so far had explained that there were two kings at the beginning, and that the Fox and Hound were servants of the one who actually acted like a guy. She also knew that the Humans were meant to become servants of some kind to various Fae. So why were some of the Fae, like those dead in that cart, treated the same as the Humans were? Were those just lesser Fae? Or were the Humans considered equal to them?

Either way, the cart was out of sight now, and Erin didn't really want to think about it any more. She'd been silent for a couple minutes at this point, but it didn't seem like her Lamia guide was very worried about that. Actually, maybe she preferred the silence, considering how little she actually spoke to Erin? [color=8dc73f][i]Or, it could just be because I'm Human...[/i][/color] She was about to try and talk to the Lamia again, but before she could even open her mouth she noticed a hissing noise coming from the woman, and glancing at her face saw a strange look in her eyes- a mix of anger and a passion of some sort. Erin kept quiet as they continued on, glancing at the Lamia from time to time now, wondering if maybe she should just turn around and run back the way they'd come- try to find the group again, and maybe apologize for wandering off. The Japanese man definitely deserved an apology, considering how he'd tried to keep her from doing this in the first place... Then again, Erin had really only planned for conversation with the Lamia, not a field-trip into the bowels of the Earth.

One one hand, Erin was torn between her need for answers and her growing urge to just run. On the other, she didn't actually remember the entire way back to the gate, and even if she did run who's to say she'd make it there? No, this trek of curiosity would continue. They were in an area with more people now, Humans that wouldn't even look at her or the Lamia, and goblin-like Fae that wandered by on their own business. The place looked almost like a market of some sort, doors carved into the walls of the cave with things like anvils and scales sitting by them. A dog-like creature smiled at the pair as they passed, and Erin was careful not to make eye contact. That was how traders rope you in, right? Erin stopped next to the Lamia as she paused, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. She certainly wasn't expecting to be shoved into one of the rooms the doors in the cavern wall led to. 

[color=8dc73f]"Podrías haberme dicho que ingresara. ¿Cómo te sentirías si te empujara?"[/color] The words weren't entirely serious, just said in the moment- Erin had no intent of getting herself killed by trying something [i]that[/i] stupid. As she regained her balance she looked around the messy room, and her gaze eventually landed on the older-looking Goblin that sat at the desk. He looked like a secretary of some kind, with the mass of papers stacked in front of him. Erin noticed the Lamia's words, spoken in English to the Goblin, and then noticed the way she was blocking the door. Erin was trapped here. 

She sighed before switching to English, for the Goblin's sake. She just wanted to be understood, and listened to. [color=8dc73f]"Miss, please, the answer to my question? Why are we here?"[/color] She meant the 'we' in two ways: herself and the rest of the Humans in this realm, but also herself and the Lamia in this room in the middle of nowhere- as it seemed. 

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"I'm sorry. The stories I know of mythos in Spain always refer to Half-snakes as Naga. I thought Lamia was a Greek term? Or are they two separate creatures..."
"You could have just told me to enter. How would you feel if I pushed you around?"
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