30th Zi'da, 717
The huntress looked at Faith with an all together stern frown, knowing full well that the woman should be resting, not trampling around the Order looking after others. Beside her, the unseen wolf loped over to the short brunette healer with a lolling tongue.
"You know, he's pretty heavy when he's not floating around like this. I can make you rest, and I don't think anyone would argue with me." Kali said as she motioned to the wolf with a good natured narrowing of her amber eyes, unable to resist a little belly pat when the woman came closer. Nodding as Pash explained the reason they'd stayed, her gaze turned suddenly to look at the Biqaj when he mentioned a bigger boat, something she had entirely been left out of. Her smile came on slowly, leaning into the kiss with a soft chuckle. It seemed they had a bit to discuss.
The smell of fear came on again, surging strongly in her senses, causing the Sev'ryn to drop her smile and motion for Sarkis to take the lead as they followed Faith into the hall and down into the room. As they entered, the brunette huntress immediately smelt more. Not just fear, but anger.
"Sarkis, the red head, keep her safe." She sent the silent thought to the oversized grey wolf, who moved to stand before Delta and materialise with a low growl, eyes on Dhatri with a fierce intensity. His blessed had told him to keep the woman safe, and until otherwise identified no one but his known pack would come near her. As Faith approached, the large canine wagged his tail a little and licked her free hand in greeting.
Pash spoke in Rakahi, words that were familiar enough for Kali to understand the gyst of them. The man was working his magic, literally. She could feel smell the fear fading and the lovely scents of chamomile tea calm filled the room.
"Does she speak common?" The Sev'ryn asked both Pash and Faith, before offering the clearly distraught woman a friendly smile.
"Safe now. Sarkis no hurt. Sarkis protect." She stumbled through poor Rakahi whilst gesturing to the wolf, hoping that in the large beast materializing she hadn't just made things worse.
"You know, he's pretty heavy when he's not floating around like this. I can make you rest, and I don't think anyone would argue with me." Kali said as she motioned to the wolf with a good natured narrowing of her amber eyes, unable to resist a little belly pat when the woman came closer. Nodding as Pash explained the reason they'd stayed, her gaze turned suddenly to look at the Biqaj when he mentioned a bigger boat, something she had entirely been left out of. Her smile came on slowly, leaning into the kiss with a soft chuckle. It seemed they had a bit to discuss.
The smell of fear came on again, surging strongly in her senses, causing the Sev'ryn to drop her smile and motion for Sarkis to take the lead as they followed Faith into the hall and down into the room. As they entered, the brunette huntress immediately smelt more. Not just fear, but anger.
"Sarkis, the red head, keep her safe." She sent the silent thought to the oversized grey wolf, who moved to stand before Delta and materialise with a low growl, eyes on Dhatri with a fierce intensity. His blessed had told him to keep the woman safe, and until otherwise identified no one but his known pack would come near her. As Faith approached, the large canine wagged his tail a little and licked her free hand in greeting.
Pash spoke in Rakahi, words that were familiar enough for Kali to understand the gyst of them. The man was working his magic, literally. She could feel smell the fear fading and the lovely scents of chamomile tea calm filled the room.
"Does she speak common?" The Sev'ryn asked both Pash and Faith, before offering the clearly distraught woman a friendly smile.
"Safe now. Sarkis no hurt. Sarkis protect." She stumbled through poor Rakahi whilst gesturing to the wolf, hoping that in the large beast materializing she hadn't just made things worse.