Welcome to Gaia! ::

she looked up at Sunny and smiled, her emerald eyes smiling softly. "It was the least I could do. Pride does no one any good." Tellus bounced around, a bit like a ballerina or a prize fighter, on her toes, her heels not touching. A squeaking sneeze was heard, her nose wrinkling from the dust.

"Thank you and it's okay, Mister Steward ..." Another squeaking sneeze coming at the end of that statement. She then bowed her head and took a small sigh.

"Mother Gaia guide us
as flame lights our path
Spirit bind us with our pain
as Water washes our sins away
Air, temper and cool us
as Earth welcomes us
into a warm embrace."

::Gone. What Ruuvan would see is the Hummer door open and a trail of scattered sand where the kid had run off with a loli-pop in his mouth shouthing at the top of his lungs.::

Weeeeeeee!!!

::He didnt care. He wasnt looking for the lady anymore, or where she lived. He knew all of that, granted it took him walking in circles for a few minutes but he figured it out! Now he just wanted to see! He didnt know the definition of the word "wait". He ran off into the desert with the loli-pop stick poking from his tiny lips, and a stretched set of cheeks trying to fit a jumbo pop, and off he ran. His right hand stood steadily in front of him as he used his new favorite ruby as a compass yet again. Away!

Amazing. The kid hadnt even given his name, but he already meant something to these almost absolute strangers. Maybe he'd have time to talk later. But for now, all that could be seen of the child was a cloud of sand dashing off toward their destination.::

Its gods.. and their kinda busy right now so I think I'll just watch out for my own soul, but thanks for the thought sweatdrop *She was always rather snarky when she was nervous... and having those doors close behind her defiantly made her nervous*

::Yes indeed it did. But thankfully it didnt vanish. As it fell, there was still enough mass and wieght left for the boys sugar rush to rocket him forward. Feet stepped like bullets running across the falling section before landing on the seemingly safe ground and continuing to run.

He didnt even register the fact that he just avoided or even triggered a trap. He only knew that he was running, and he wanted to see the Pretty Lady's house. And of course, that the loli-pop in his mouth tasted really good. The rest, was just instinct.::

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Brass sighed in relief, atleast his foe wasn't willing to die over something so stupid, however, that didn't make the situation any less tense. For he still kept the arrow strung back and ready. Brass had learned over the years that his trust in people made him very naive and many situations just like this one had happened in the past. And most ended with the the person he had get away or something else. It never ended well, to say the least.

"Cleric? Yeah right, you think any type of cleric would have my skills? I'm a Sage. A Divine Sage to be exact. Which is really the only thing keeping me from shooting this arrow through your heart, but don't think I won't kill you should the moment come. Now since you won't accept my healing, for one reason or another, how about you tell me how to get out of this sand covered hell-hole? And the name is Brass Blake, by the way."

Brass' tone returned to his normal relaxed, and almost cheery pitch. Now the next thing he had to do was hope this guy would take him out of the desert and into the city.

Halycanos looked up, scooting himself back from the arrow before raising to his feet, his upper body still smoldering with the divine energy. "I see... A sage then. Would you have fire tonics or anything of the like?" He asked very blankly. Killing one another or not, he was pretty banged up.

"As for the hell-hole, I live around here. The sleeping under the sand is an endurance exercize. But you look like you need a way out. which is rather simple, but not bright in the day. We'll need to pitch camp, or travel to the cave. It's an hour away. Your call."

Halycanos slowly raised his right hand, covering his chest's wounds. All eleven of them.