[it's hard to get a read on these people, even if they are human. some of them are a little nervous, some seem to be in awe, others do not seem to be much of anything. between their masks and their mysterious energy, they could almost pass for the forest itself. several of them have started drifting away, quietly keeping watch in other directions while the rest wait for further orders.
their leader seems to be responding to the situation well. their feline mask perks up in attention to the dragon, revealing a tall coil of beads wrapped around their neck. greys with accents of purple and green, very unlike the styles of the Underground he's seen.
Robin does not make a move or tell Tek to stop... no matter how much he may want to. this is... not going poorly, exactly, but his voices still have the slight edge of hesitance to them when he bridges the gap in language.]
This is Tehketsio. He wanders like I do.
[the speaker is silent for a moment, possibly considering something, before they fully lower their bow and return their arrow to a quiver at their side. they pick up a long, heavy-looking spear from where it was hidden beside them before hopping down from their branch. they only take a couple of steps on the ground before plunging the spearhead firmly down into the soft dirt of the shore beside them, leaving it behind as they continue walking.
this elicits some response from the others, some gasps and another wave of muttering. the archers, the good ones, still have not moved or said a single word, and do not seem phased by their leader abandoning their weapons to approach a giant manifestation of death itself.]
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their leader seems to be responding to the situation well. their feline mask perks up in attention to the dragon, revealing a tall coil of beads wrapped around their neck. greys with accents of purple and green, very unlike the styles of the Underground he's seen.
Robin does not make a move or tell Tek to stop... no matter how much he may want to. this is... not going poorly, exactly, but his voices still have the slight edge of hesitance to them when he bridges the gap in language.]
This is Tehketsio. He wanders like I do.
[the speaker is silent for a moment, possibly considering something, before they fully lower their bow and return their arrow to a quiver at their side. they pick up a long, heavy-looking spear from where it was hidden beside them before hopping down from their branch. they only take a couple of steps on the ground before plunging the spearhead firmly down into the soft dirt of the shore beside them, leaving it behind as they continue walking.
this elicits some response from the others, some gasps and another wave of muttering. the archers, the good ones, still have not moved or said a single word, and do not seem phased by their leader abandoning their weapons to approach a giant manifestation of death itself.]