Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Woah... spare?" She asks, opening it and looking the dyes over as she spreads them out.
"Well... I was going to give you this painting as a surprise gift, but you've caught me during two out of two breaks, so I'll just give it to you, I guess."

 

"I can't take it, I have nowhere to put it. In my hands, it'd collect dust in a corner until the paint ran dry and flaked off."
I explain.

 

"Oh, that's too bad. You sure you don't know anyone else who could take it?"

 

"I know a few people, but I still think it's better to keep in your possession, as most of the people that can take it I don't have contact to as of now."
I explain.

 

She nods, seeming disappointed.
"Okay... but let me know when you get back in touch with them, please."

 

"Will do."
I nod.

 

"So... did you just return to give me this gift?" She asks, eyeing the paints.

 

"Yes. I'm still planning and thinking. Have a good day."
I say, turning to leave.

 

She lets you leave, silent as she has a guard factor in her new inventory of paints.

 

I start making my way back to the raptor's territory, looking for Aral'hrah.

 

You can see him from the sunlight reflecting off his armor. He's fairly visible now...

 

I walk up to him, making heavy steps as I walk to alert my presence.

 

He turns to you quickly.
"Hey. Report?"

 

"Just establishing a relationship with the Mantis Matriarch. She seems pretty cool with me, and very willing to work with your tribe, if it means taking down the humans."

 

Aral'hrah seems intrigued.
"Huh. I thought they hated us."

 

"They might. A guard I talked to seemed okay with it, however, and the Matriarch said herself, 'if you run whatever plan you come up with by me, even if it means I replace my guard with raptors, I will hear you out...'"
I quote.
"Just something in a few long conversations, but I don't think she despises you lot."

 

Aral'hrah pauses.
"You know, we haven't actually had any serious run-ins with the Mantis, now that you mention it. No border breaches in..."
He trails off.
"Maybe we're all just so sick of the humans, that we forgot our own grudges."

 

"If you want. They've been paid already." I say, shrugging.

 

I head over to the simple restaurant.

 

"The humans are all so sick of you, they forgot that they killed the world."
I point out.
"It's entirely possible. Thing is, you lot are willing to get over it."