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Zin'carla breezed by, lazily doing loop-de-loops around the second sandpaint of the meager beginnings of their tribe. Aziraphael peered at the different 'paint with an odd look upon her features.

"Enough, Zin," Ginger said exasperatedly. She looked around from current pearch - a bit of land jutting out from the gorge's rim. The three of them hadn't gone far before Zin started to subliminally prance and go about of impressing. Ginger wasn't swayed, and would never be.

Aziraphael knew though, it wasn't her fault that Ginger found the sandy 'paint before Zin and therefore put the small sandpaint in higher status as Alpha.

"I am just exercising, you know," her voice floated by.

"Zin mocks me," Azira confided in Ginger, her warm breath tickled her hair and ear at it's closeness. But mearly the two watched, and lazed about. It was a rare thing to have such a wonderful day in times like these.

"You really think so," Zin hissed happily and saying a bit louder, "Glad someone does, and I'm not counting humans. Greetings, by the way, I am Zin'carla."

Ginger put a hand to her eyes as she looked up, uh-oh, testosterone alert, she thought as she gazed.

"Hello," Azira trilled towards the sky, the sandy 'paint shifted uncomfortably, as she realized how silly she was around males, perhaps she would leave this one to Zin?

Ginger glanced at her sandpaint companion, and then back upwards, "How you doing today?" She asked cordially.

The human quirked an eyebrow at the now totally red sandpaint but faired well, on witholding her laugh. Azira chuckled shyly for a moment while Zin hid her sneer.

"There are a few about," Azira commented tactfully, "We're just enjoying the day. There have been so far and few in between."

Zin meanwhile landed lightly, and flicked her tail around and curled it about her talons as she stared quite catlike at Ren, as the female 'paint decided something that only she could seem to fathom.

Hmmm..

"I'm Ginger by the way," the little human perked up, "Nice meeting you. What where you doing?"

Ginger blinked blankly at Ren. Huh?

Zin threw her head back and laughed heartily. "No. Dear me no... Dinner." She licked her chops with a forked tongue.

Azira put a claw to her chest and another heavy one on Ginger's shoulder. "Ah no, Zin - Zin has a funny sense of humour..." Meanwhile the human's face turned deathly white as she bent under the weight, "Right Zinsi?"

Zin smirked. It's only a human, she thought at Ren, idly.

"Uh, I just found this place and Azira and we shacked up together in a cave. You might find someone like me too... I don't think I'm like... and owl or something." Ginger began shakily. Aziraphael licked Ginger across the head in hopes of comforting the human. It was not unlike a cat-bath.

Zin cackled in Ren's mind, I'd ask you to try her out, but Aziraphael would fight you tooth and nail. Poor thing doesn't understand, that the human is... well just a human.

"Well humans have their own mind and they are generally apt to have a mutual friendship with a sandpaint," Azira confided hoping to sway away from the 'not-joke-joke'.

"Yes, I do have a mind of my own..." Ginger mumbled, I regret finding that jeweled cavern now... "We are certainly much more intelligent than animals." Ginger smiled lightly and tilted her head to the side a little.

Zin remained aloof from the pair.

"Oh god!" Ginger yelped as she was being licked. But her mind couldn't really process what was going on, for after she heard 'taste better' she could feel it. A fainting comming. In what took mere seconds, the minute details seemed to last forever.

Ginger's pleading eyes sought out through the tunnling vision for Azira's face or snout, and her arms seemed to reach outward. Then the lurching came and her small vision blurred as it went sideways. The human blacked out from what seemed like sheer terror plastered on her face.

"Did you kill her?" Azira asked alarmed. She snuffled the limp body on the ground, finding no wounds, and then reared upwards with her wings outspread.

Zin darted her snake-like head in to lick, hoping to reawaken the human, but also tasting and savoring the flavor. Nah, you're right too salty. Too much like squid or fish. Probably because that seems to be consistantly her main diet.

Nodded and ended the mental connection, so that she wouldn't recieve any more thoughts. The damage was done and Zin'carla was satisfied. She laughed heartily again. Oh the chaos.

"No I don't think so," Azira commented abashed, "She is breathing. Maybe she, I don't know. Wake up again..."

Zin nodded. It was probably true. "I haven't seen any other humans, I think they are rather rare and hard to replace. Perhaps sometime we can find a mate for this 'Ginger'." A twist to Zin'carla's lips provided an interesting smirk, hinting towards her private, albeit entertaining to the strange sandpaint's thoughts.

"Its alright I think." Azira continued to nudge her, which finally elicited a healthy groan from the figure. "Yeah... she's gonna be fine. No need to be sorry."

Zin grinned. "Indeed, it's quite alright, Ren was it? Yes, yes Its fine. Perhaps we should get you one somehow and you can have fun with it." The 'paint nodded slowly, while churning the thoughts around. Having Azira around didn't make things easy for the sandpaint. She couldn't stretch her wings the way she wanted.

Aziraphael had continued to gaze at her friend with a concerned look. It became quite vacant for a moment or two.