Post by Inga on Oct 18, 2023 7:00:37 GMT -5
“Hey ma?” Vicori called up to the tall Heran ahead of her. Hiking along the beaten path that ran through the reddish dirt, Inga’s hat barely raised as she hummed in reply, not so much as slowing or turning her head toward her daughter. Fortunately used to her mother’s less verbose mannerisms, Vicori continued without missing a beat. “Are we lost?”
That, however, stopped the old woman dead in her tracks, almost leading to a collision between the two. As Vicori stumbled back to give space, Inga’s shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh which felt like an answer in and of itself. True enough, she’d had too much faith in her navigational prowess. When last she’d been to Plant, the very ground they walked was probably a battlefield and she herself was not a welcome sight to either side of the conflict. Though it was ancient history now as far as she was concerned, and so it made sense that nothing in the terrain was familiar. Grumbling into the neck of her poncho, she slowly turned back to Vicori. “Just getting our bearings. I ain’t been in ages, I need to reacquaint myself with the land.”
“And you can’t do that from the air?”
“Don’t give me lip, girl.”
Rolling her eyes, the young hybrid took to the sky a moment later, ignoring Inga’s protesting glare. Getting a bird’s eye view, Vicori spun to scan the vast and roughly formed land. Seeing it from space, she’d felt anxious to truly set foot on the home of the Saiyans — even if it weren’t their own — but now that she was here… She was less disappointed than apathetic. The rugged plains and hills, distant town, and pools of caustic brine stirred little emotion to… Wait, a town!
Just as Inga rose to probably scold her daughter, Vicori jutted her hand out to point at the clear silhouettes of buildings. Her mother’s eyes followed and paused on the settlement. Not turning back to her daughter lest she suffer the smug half-grin that she knew was waiting, the Heran huffed and elbowed Vicori softly. “Fine. Let’s get on with it,” She conceded, drifting in the town’s direction and ignoring Vicori’s snicker as she followed.
After the couple of minutes it took to clear the distance, the pair descended a short walk out of town on the road, Inga not wishing to draw much attention and her daughter simply following her lead. Before they progressed any further though, Vicori was stopped by an arm crossing her path.
“One more thing. Hide your tail,” Inga told her matter-of-factly, earning herself a perplexed look. Vicori looked over her shoulder at the striped Saiyan tail waving idly behind her, then back up to her mother, making no move as she waited for any kind of elaboration. She got exactly none, as Inga only placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come on now, don’t fight me on this. Trust, alright?”
Vicori frowned, but relented to Inga’s request. She tucked her tail into her skirt, where it was lost behind the long fabric save for the small sign of a pattern where she usually let it out. With that settled, Inga led them into town, catching little more than brief acknowledgement from those dwelling outside. Two apparent Herans ought to have stuck out a fair bit, but there was little questioning it here of all places. The older of the two figured that much out quickly, sensing a fair bit of strength in the townsfolk they passed. There was an eerie familiarity too, but she didn’t stop to scour her memory as they strolled up to the doorway of a worn building that resembled a bar. After exchanging a brief look, the pair let themselves in. While Vicori immediately diverged to sit herself at a table, Inga meandered across the floor, looking not-so-friendlily between the other patrons.
That, however, stopped the old woman dead in her tracks, almost leading to a collision between the two. As Vicori stumbled back to give space, Inga’s shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh which felt like an answer in and of itself. True enough, she’d had too much faith in her navigational prowess. When last she’d been to Plant, the very ground they walked was probably a battlefield and she herself was not a welcome sight to either side of the conflict. Though it was ancient history now as far as she was concerned, and so it made sense that nothing in the terrain was familiar. Grumbling into the neck of her poncho, she slowly turned back to Vicori. “Just getting our bearings. I ain’t been in ages, I need to reacquaint myself with the land.”
“And you can’t do that from the air?”
“Don’t give me lip, girl.”
Rolling her eyes, the young hybrid took to the sky a moment later, ignoring Inga’s protesting glare. Getting a bird’s eye view, Vicori spun to scan the vast and roughly formed land. Seeing it from space, she’d felt anxious to truly set foot on the home of the Saiyans — even if it weren’t their own — but now that she was here… She was less disappointed than apathetic. The rugged plains and hills, distant town, and pools of caustic brine stirred little emotion to… Wait, a town!
Just as Inga rose to probably scold her daughter, Vicori jutted her hand out to point at the clear silhouettes of buildings. Her mother’s eyes followed and paused on the settlement. Not turning back to her daughter lest she suffer the smug half-grin that she knew was waiting, the Heran huffed and elbowed Vicori softly. “Fine. Let’s get on with it,” She conceded, drifting in the town’s direction and ignoring Vicori’s snicker as she followed.
After the couple of minutes it took to clear the distance, the pair descended a short walk out of town on the road, Inga not wishing to draw much attention and her daughter simply following her lead. Before they progressed any further though, Vicori was stopped by an arm crossing her path.
“One more thing. Hide your tail,” Inga told her matter-of-factly, earning herself a perplexed look. Vicori looked over her shoulder at the striped Saiyan tail waving idly behind her, then back up to her mother, making no move as she waited for any kind of elaboration. She got exactly none, as Inga only placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come on now, don’t fight me on this. Trust, alright?”
Vicori frowned, but relented to Inga’s request. She tucked her tail into her skirt, where it was lost behind the long fabric save for the small sign of a pattern where she usually let it out. With that settled, Inga led them into town, catching little more than brief acknowledgement from those dwelling outside. Two apparent Herans ought to have stuck out a fair bit, but there was little questioning it here of all places. The older of the two figured that much out quickly, sensing a fair bit of strength in the townsfolk they passed. There was an eerie familiarity too, but she didn’t stop to scour her memory as they strolled up to the doorway of a worn building that resembled a bar. After exchanging a brief look, the pair let themselves in. While Vicori immediately diverged to sit herself at a table, Inga meandered across the floor, looking not-so-friendlily between the other patrons.
Inga Thread PL: 20,000
Vicori Thread PL: 4,000
WC: 668
Vicori Thread PL: 4,000
WC: 668