Abyss rolled over and yawned, opening both eyes as he stretched his wings. He had been tossing and turning since lying down and had as yet been unable to get a proper wink of sleep. It may have had something to do with the malicious, lurid voice in the back of his mind that kept interrupting his dreams. "I swear, if people didn't know me right, they'd think I was stark raving bloody mad at times," he said to himself as he stretched his paws out far in front of him in a cat-like pose. With another yawn he resolved himself to the fact that he wasn't getting any sleep tonight and stood. For the time being he opted to remain in dragon form, that is, until he noticed the one of their merry party on her own along the pool. The Nether Dragyn felt his brow furrow in sincere concern. Allowing his more chivalrous side to kick in (as it did from time to time) and stretching one last time he made the decision to shift to his human form, not wanting to possibly scare her if she hadn't seen him when she stepped outside.
And so when the black fog dissipated Abyss quietly made his way over to the pool and stopped a few feet from where she now stood, leaning against a tree partially in a show of giving her a personal bubble and partially for his own comfort (he was still a little groggy). "You must forgive my affrontry, but I do believe you missed some," he said with a small smile as he pointed to a small clump of oddly-shaped, red flowers at her feet. "If I am not much mistaken, I believe those are Cuckhold's Horns. They come in handy in helping with bleeding and gashes." In response to her questioning (dare he say annoyed?) expression, he added, "I've been in this place enough times to know that it is not exactly the best of places for a lady to go about unattended- especially in the dim light of the VERY early morning. Well, that and I can't sleep, and frankly I don't feel like hanging around with the two knights in the inn. Something tells me they'd have a field day barbecuing me for lunch." He was being, in true Abyss fashion, forthrightly honest.
In truth, the Dragyn was not trying to be an annoyance at all, but simply to offer someone to walk with. He did not sense any evil in Tarin, and that was good, but he somehow felt that she had seen enough almost to rival half of his own experiences (which was more than eighty percent of humans could say), and he knew that at times when he felt overwhelmed, it was nice to have someone to talk to, or in this case to walk with. And on the more practical side, if anyone should cross her, who would really mess with a dragon in this place? Though he appeared fully human now he smiled knowing that even in this form he still retained his claws and fangs, and if push came to shove he could simply shift. But he had seen what the creatures here could do to each other, let alone to an outsider. From his position a few feet away he watched the witch, awaiting her answer before venturing any further, possibly into her personal bubble. Hopefully she knew that even if her answer was a "no" he would still take a walk- he'd just make sure to stay far enough back that she couldn't REALLY say he was following her. I'm my own worst enemy sometimes he silently laughed to himself. Until the twins awoke he had nothing else to do, really, so why not at least make sure their good friend did not wind up a carcass in the meantime?
_________________ "And these children that you spit upon
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultation
They're quite aware of what they're going through"
--- David Bowie
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