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Keelthy had loaded up the janarim, leaving a space for a rider up there, Xarthin didn't seem to mind much while he followed Yitzah around with a bad case of puppy love. On the plus side he was more managable with her around even if he was improving in that department over all the longer he stayed with them. He was going home and a piece of him floated with joy at the prospect, he loved the desert and his family had very nearly ruined that for him. They encompassed the other side of how he was feeling; dread, determination, fear, rage. To say the least he was very confused emotionally but he wasn't alone. Reillan was here and even Yitzah brought her own sort of comfort to him simply from being around.

Yitzah rode atop the Janarim, very happy with her travel arrangements. This was exactly as things should be – she, on a giant beast, with other people allied with her below. She would have been fine alone, of course, but she was grudgingly glad for the company. She'd have never thought of travelling without them, have never left the forest. Now, as Xarthin's mighty feet kicked up leaf litter and mud, she almost couldn't wait.

”Yeah” she said, trying not to sound to excited, ”Lets go there already.” she said, kicking Xarthin's sides. Of course, her little feet could do little but tap him, and he seemed to like it. No harm, no foul. She pet his hide, noting that he had a nice feel to him – rough but not to rough, smooth but not too smooth... just right. ”When do we get to Oba?”

Keelthy started when Xarthin snuck up behind him and nosed around for the treats in his own pockets that he could smell. Keelthy having been found out, discretely fed him some.

Home, and all that it entailed the good the bad and the Varinia. He thought he might be a little more manly now, a little more grown. A lot wiser that was for sure. He too watched his feet but it came more naturally to him then it did his brother, he knew his body in ways only a dancer could much like Reil would know his sword after he got it. It was a very philosophical thought, Reil would welcome that blade as an extension of his arm but the weight would unbalance his musculature. Keelthy's own daggers weighed the same and were much smaller not likely to over tip him in either arm.

"The first thing I'm going to do when we reach a city is buy some of the fruit and meat I have been craving, the spices! They have weird ones here and its just not the same..I need more tea too." He started to list the items in his head.

"You know we have to carry all of that right?"

"Yeah but we will have burned through most of our supplies by then so we will need it."

Reillan's lip curled, feeling the pull of his warrior's blood at the prospect of a real battle. It was somewhat unfamiliar to him but heady indeed. "In fact we are leaving, with all our supplies, if you ladies won't move then I hope you find peace in the afterlife." It was hot and it was wet and he was no unhappy and ready to jump into a fight, just like that.

The janarim circled, club tail thumping heavily on the ground. He liked alkidike's but he had one, she was his, they couldn't have her back.

At the growling Reillan made a gesture and Xarthin stopped. He looked at Keelthy and the brothers nodded, his longsword made an appearance, it was new and it was real. He tilted the blade and the metal shone brightly.

The Alkidikes laughed at Reillan's threat. “I'd say the same, but earthlings have no afterlife.”

“They barely even have a life!”

“And won't when we're done with them...” more snickering, “Unless they give us everything they've got and leave the jungle.”

One of them held her hand out for the spice bag. “Thanks, Oban. That's very reasonable of you... now for the rest.”

Yitzah gaped as the Sisters ambushed them, shocked. She'd never actually seen her sisters battle... well, not since that time in the woods, but they hadn't been able to put up a fight. At all.

This was different.

”Go away!” she shouted at them, angry at Keelthy. They were rude, and so he should not give them anything! ”You're all stupid! Go away!”

The alkidikes started, looking up at Yitzah in naked surprise.

“Hey, that's a youngling!”

“That's an Alkidike youngling!”

“What is a little sister doing with Obans?!”

“They must be kidnapping her! Kill them, sisters!”

And with that, the sisters attacked...

Yitzah huddled onto Xarthin's back, shocked at the fury that her sister's possesed. They were stupid – stupid stupid stupid – and she didn't want them to make her go back. Or to hurt the two men – that was bad too. ”Go awaaaaay!” she whined, as the sounds of the skirmish whirled around her.