Are We Still Enemies : Chapter 7
Namaari peeked around the corner, making sure their route was safe, praying that she had remembered the path correctly. Raya waited for her further up the corridor, sitting leaning against the wall, chewing on a stick of jackfruit jerky. The brief moment of joy when she’d been freed and collapsed into Namaari’s arms had vanished. Instead, she huddled in the darkness, her cold eyes watching Namaari’s every move. It seemed she still couldn’t trust her saviour.
The piece of Dragon Gem weighed heavily in Namaari’s pocket. It signified Raya’s trust in her. And it represented her betrayal of her people.
“It’s all clear,” she whispered back to Raya.
Raya had refused any offer of help, choosing to lean heavily on the wall as she walked. It looked exhausting. Namaari walked slowly, pretending to listen out for footsteps but keeping an eye on the young woman behind her.
“We need to find Sisu,” Raya panted.
Namaari paused, looking back at her. She desperately wanted to run over and support the feeble woman. But the angry look that Raya cast at her suggested that, if she got anywhere near her, the sword hanging at Raya’s waist would end up located in Namaari’s gut.
She nodded in agreement. They needed to find Sisu, find the rest of the gem, and save the world. She hadn’t noticed, when making her way down to the dungeon, where they kept the dragon. Would Chief Virana have hidden it away to stop rumours? Or would she have displayed the dragon like a trophy? Namaari continued down the corridor, praying that her mother wouldn’t have done such a thing.
Both girls pressed against the wall as the sound of footsteps echo down the corridor. There was nowhere to hide. As the person got closer they could hear their breathing and the sound of the clothes rubbing against each other. Namaari held her breath, reaching out to grab Raya’s hand. She was pleasantly surprised when Raya gripped the offered hand.
“Hey!”
Someone shouted down the corridor, making the two hiding girls jump. Raya threw a hand over Namaari’s mouth, muffling the gasp. But no one was listening.
“Someone killed the Dragon!”
Raya’s hand twitched on Namaari’s face, clenching as she focused on being silent. Namaari gently squeezed her hand. Sisu wasn’t just a Dragon to Raya. She was a friend. Namaari was lamenting the loss of the last Dragon. Raya was crying for the death of her friend.
“The Druuns are coming!”
Their footsteps echoed down the corridor as they ran desperately for their lives. Namaari let her breath out but it caught in her throat. Without the Dragon, was there any hope left for them?
“Help me up.”
While Namaari was wallowing in self-pity, Raya had already moved on, a plan formulating in her head. She gripped Namaari’s shoulder, using it to push herself to her feet. It took a few seconds, but Namaari eventually responded, clambering to her feet and hauling Raya up so she was supported on her shoulder.
“We need to find the rest of the Gem.”
Namaari nodded. As they made their way quickly towards the courtyard she wondered whether this was just Raya clinging to a final hope. But she trusted Raya. And even if it was another dead end, she was going to follow Raya to the end of the world.
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Bard-aby <3 except he's only loosely a bard bc i don't subscribe to absolutes <3
rambles:
BARNABY WITH PANTS??? BLASPHEMY!!! however this is a (dnd-inspired) fantasy au so. pants! loose pants tucked into modified boots because no one can tell me No!
based off of Clown's pokemon au human Barn, it seems like he might be a bit of a jewelry guy! he was wearing rings! and had an earring! also i think Barn just looks great w/ some extra shinies, yk yk
since ties aren't really a Thing in fantasy settings, i combined the iconic pattern w/ his vest for a two-in-one. then suspenders bc they fuck severely! his belt buckle is a bone both as a nod to the pattern on his tie / house decoration, and to go along with how Wally has an apple buckle! besties stay twinning!
you can't see it but on his other side he has his pack & his smoking pipe holster, which attaches to his belt! it's very high quality leather that he spent so much money on. his pipe is important to him - he carved it himself out of wood from an important tree from his childhood, so he wants it to be properly stored & protected! he has two kinds of tobacco for it - normal, and magic tobacco that essentially allows him to cast minor spells w/ the smoke
the feathers on his hat are from Ms. Beagle! in my mind he left the farm to go adventuring on a bit of a bad note, but his mama made sure to give him a couple feathers to take with so that she'd always be close <3
he keeps his claws blunt so that he doesn't accidentally scratch people/things, and so that he can play stringed instruments without cutting the strings. while i imagine for this au he plays a wide range, he prefers Loud Handheld Instruments that allow him to sing along. so in mind he has an Accordion here! loud! jaunty! but i imagine he also keeps a recorder in his pack for when Frank needs annoying. (he did have a lute, but he broke it over someone's head in the act of defending Wally's honor)
im still trying to pin down the right balance of colors for his outfit, but! for a little au tidbit - all of his spots are the same two blues as his ears. in this im imagining that he, at a young age, learned a very basic cosmetic spell that allowed him to change his spots color to mimic Ms. Beagle's! he wanted to look like his mama! but by the time he's in his late 20s he no longer changes his spots
ohhhh i forgot to add his pockets. Oh Well
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Are We Still Enemies : Chapter 6
There wasn’t anywhere in Fang where the princess couldn’t go. But there were areas where she was advised to stay away. Including the old weapons storage which was now full of food from the previous harvest for the long winters. Because at the back of the large warehouse was a small door with a large padlock. This was the entrance to the dungeons.
Namaari gripped the knife that hung at her hip, prepared to force her way down there. But a simple lie: “Chief Virana thought I could make her break,” worked just as well, though the guards followed her down the narrow corridor.
The lighting was dim, barely enough to see the ground at your feet. When the path split, Namaari had to step back and let the guards lead her. They walked in silence but there was still noise around them. It sounded like someone crying in the distance. Shivers went up Namaari’s spine as she wondered how many people her mother had hidden down here. She didn’t even want to consider the other secrets her mother might have hidden.
Raya’s belongings hung outside her jail cell, just out of reach from inside, like they were tempting her. Her bag had been emptied completely onto a table, the contents rifled through like Raya had hidden the last piece under a pile of jackfruit jerky.
Namaari had been taught about the ways of Heart, to learn how to overpower and control them. Out of curiosity, not because she wanted to know more about Raya or anything, she’d continue to study them, going further into the records. It was there she found an old notebook from before the five tribes had been formed. It described a desolate land, a desperate search for food and water. And included instructions on how to survive in such a world. Including the last possible option: jackfruit jerky.
Namaari had snuck the little book out of the records to continue to read - this was back when she was young enough to dream about running away and going on exciting adventures. She was quickly taught otherwise.
It was only when she first talked to Raya, at the banquet where everything went wrong, that she was reminded of the dream. Her mother had instructed her to do anything to gain Raya’s trust, and sharing a dream seemed a perfect approach. So she shared what she remembered from the little notebook, including the jackfruit jerky.
Finally, Namaari looked from the jackfruit jerky into the cell. She was sure what to expect, she’d never even known her mother had a dungeon let alone attended an interrogation. But this was so much worse.
Thick cuffs dangled from the ceiling on chains, cutting into the skin of her wrist where they held her. Crusted blood ran down her arms. Her posture was slumped forwards, not enough energy to keep her to her feet, and her head hung limply from her neck. Namaari looked into the cell with a blank face. Welts ran along Raya’s tanned skin, tearing through the cotton shirt, leaving a line of red blood welling to the surface. Namaari swallowed. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the whip.
One of the guards slammed their hand on the bars, jolting Raya awake with the sudden noise. She raised her head with, what looked like, a lot of effort. Namaari had seen her eyes often. Admittedly, she’d focused a little too much on the eyes, but they were … always so full of life. Raya’s eyes, now, were dead. They were dead as they slowly ran across the three faces. What had they done to her in those few hours?
Thankfully, when they landed on Namaari’s face, there was a glimmer of emotion. Unfortunately, that emotion was anger.
“You backstabbing binturi!”
She thrust herself forwards, straining at the chains, baring her teeth in a display of anger larger than Namaari had ever seen before. Because she’d never really seen Raya’s anger.
“You come to gloat?”
She was almost frothing at the mouth.
The guard slammed their hand on the bars again making Raya flinch back.
“How dare you use such language towards the Princess.”
The other guard had taken the whip off the wall, twisting the thick leather in their hands. Raya immediately quietened down, pressing against the wall, tucking her head into her shoulder to protect her face because that was the only thing she could do to prevent injury.
“That’s better.”
Namaari hated the way these guards were too used to threatening people. And she hated the way she couldn’t do anything about it.
“Now,” the guard said, crouching down to get within Raya’s line of sight. “You’re going to have a nice long chat with the Princess about where you put that last piece of the Dragon Gem.”
Raya’s eyes widened and raised her head to stare straight at Namaari. The guards could have taken it as fear, but Namaari recognised the shock and gratitude.
“Here,” the guard passed the whip to Namaari, laughing as Raya whimpered at the sight of it.
“Have fun.”
And they left.
Namaari quickly dropped the whip, kicking it away from the cell before searching through the various items on the wall. Because it was a standard cliche that they would leave the key on a hook on the wall. Indeed, beneath Raya’s cloak was a small hook on which hung a large key.
It wasn’t until Namaari had opened the door and removed the cuffs, letting Raya collapse into her arms, that Raya finally relaxed. She sunk into Namaari’s arms, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“Thank you.”
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