Caiden gently picked her up in one hand. "Brace yourself," he teased, just before he promptly put her in his mouth and swallowed.
As usual, he didn't move until he knew Percula was all the way down. She jokingly let out a long ‘wheeeee!’ as she descended, the end of her descent being punctuated by an ‘oof’. I need to get more used to the drop… Percula thought, getting to her feet as Caiden stomped around, the usual rhythmic feeling of his relatively gigantic footsteps feeling oddly comforting in the confines of his gut. She assumed he was getting some sleeping-stuff ready, like pulling out a bedroll and stuff...
But as he did, he paused and said quietly, "I know I haven't told you much about myself, Percula. Not... enough, anyway," he added under his breath. "Once we reach Veritshire and we get settled down, hopefully we'll find some quiet time and I can tell you everything. You deserve to know. All those things Agethar was accusing me of, everything about my partner, about my past - you should know all of it."
Percula bit her lip, though she still got nice and comfortable. “Yeah… and I still need to tell you some things about me.” She added, before yawning. “But it can wait a little longer…” She went on, putting on a light-hearted tone.
When Percula hugged Caiden's finger, the Venator budged it just enough for her to know that he wanted to hug her back, but he couldn't. As she squeezed tighter, though, and her magic leaked slightly, he didn’t react. She wondered for a brief moment if he simply didn’t notice, but then it occurred to her he was just being his stoic self. Why didn’t I just remember that, first? He’s not that invested in the human talk...
She, however, was invested enough to hear Marcus say: “It’s time I went home.”
After a long moment, Caiden finally said, "Indeed it is. As for me, I'll meet you two there. Something tells me I might be intruding." Percula blinked at that, before snorting with notable amusement. It didn’t help that the Venator had clearly managed to keep a perfectly straight face as he spoke, too. She knew it was horribly out of place, and hoped the other two couldn’t hear her snicker stupidly, trying to muffle herself with Caiden’s finger.
In any case, Caiden strode off, before he carefully drew Percula out of the pouch, lifting her up into the palm of his hand and holding her near his face. He looked concerned. And, fortunately, she’d stopped giggling like an idiot by that point.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice low.
Percula offered a weak smile back. “So you did notice that, huh?” She asked meekly, before sighing. “It… what Marcus said, it just sounded awful… and it brought back bad memories.” The pixie mumbled, lowering her gaze to her feet. “Not like his, but… close enough for me.” Saffron added, quietly.
Percula cleared her throat after a moment, though, and looked back up at Caiden. “We can talk about it later, though. Wanna show me human-town?” She asked, forcing a cheerful note into her voice. Being so good at hiding his own emotions, Caiden could easily tell she was trying to cover her pain.
Salonya sighed as she made her way through Veritshire’s streets, gently massaging her temples. Getting this far through the town had turned into a bloody gauntlet, but at least her reputation had only spread so far. Despite having grown up here, the demon-kin hadn’t gotten around to breaking every boy’s heart in the city. She frowned as she realized she wasn’t quite thankful for that feeling. In fact, Scato realized that was almost a challenge, to her.
Despite the fact most other girls in town would have found that idea appalling, Salonya smirked slightly. Eh, maybe if I come back...
She really did intend to leave, though. Despite how much… pleasure she took in letting the men - and occasional woman - in the town revel a little in their own personal vices with her, Salonya was getting sick of being spat on - most of the time metaphorically, but occasionally literally - by the majority of the city’s population. Sure, she knew what she was doing wrong, at least in theory, but she wasn’t hurting anyone, was she?
I mean, barring that one guy that threw himself off a-
A man with clearly more southern blood in his veins than most passed by almost close enough to brush against her, and Salonya felt rather disappointed the man didn’t go a little out of his way to do so. In fact, when the man glanced at her a few paces later, he seemed… uninterested? That was new, and it made the disguised demon-kin pause. Long enough that she could see a few other new things. One of which frankly took her breath away.
An extremely fit knight who seemed… hell, drop-dead gorgeous in pretty much every way was leisurely making his way down the street, sitting astride a pitch-black horse that wouldn’t have been out of place on a legion’s parade ground. Salonya found herself staring as the knight met her eyes, pulling his mount to a stop as his companions - largely unnoticed by the girl - rode on with a sizeable escort. Normally, Salonya would have been more interested in them, but…
My, isn’t today so very interesting?
Both the demon-kin and knight were aroused from their gawking when the man’s companion - a mysterious warrior with an awful lot of sharp-looking spikes on his armor - nudged him and reminded him to get moving.
"Oh - yeah," The knight replied to his odd companion, setting his mount off at a decidedly leisurely walk. "I'm just, ya know, taking in the sights..."
The man seated behind him rolled his eyes. "I can tell."
Salonya grinned at that, giggling girlishly and almost forgetting why she was out here. As she was about to head inside the shop, though, she noticed the odd southerner - the very serious one who apparently lacked any hormones whatsoever - following the knight. Salonya hesitated, glanced inside the shop, and let out an irritated sigh. It’d taken a surprising amount of effort to get here, but… well, it was something she could do any day. Besides, this sort of clothes shopping was hardly going to be of the fun sort, at all.
With a slight shake of her head, the disguised demon-kin trailed after the southerner trailing after the knight trailing after the odd party of varied individuals, wondering where this was going to lead her.
Doubtless somewhere I’m not going to be in a hurry to leave, with the kind of company their keeping...