While the two argonians walked through the town, a few other draconians with yellow scales greeted Marinarlk with greetings and teasing words like "Finally got a girlfriend eh, Mary~?" Or •you've finally come out of the forest and become a man huh? Congrats! *ugly cries in corner out of jealousy*•
Things like that. Of course, Marinarlk became a little blushy after hearing those remarks while Urraina was busy looking around the town.
"Hey, Marin?" ^Yeah?^. "What's the currency here and on the other tree places?" ^Oh! Here, we just trade or use gemberries as currency. The deeper the color, the more valued it is. Yggdrasil's place uses rare metals and Yggardael's is harvested souls, extracted abilities, slaves and uh...^. Marinarlk blushes deeply after wandering Urraina.
"C'mon, what is it? Is it like a sperm bank or something else?" prods Urraina.
^I'-it's virginity! Like the ones of otherworldly creatures and uh-uh-uh.... th-they don't need to have a gender either! ^. "Oh." Urraina has opened her eyes to an unhealthy extent but still keeps walking while Marinarlk is stumbling here and there, still a bit embarrassed of having to say those things out loud.
"Why slaves, though, marin?" ^Yggardael loves to have them sing for it and to keep them for other... purposes. Can we please just walk, Urraina!?!?^
"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Urraina looks at the large crystalline tree with black goo seeping through its roots and... veins? {So trees have veins? Huh. Never knew that. A giant white crystal tree with black veins is pretty creepy.}. ^Yerbanora,^ shouts Marinarlk.
^i have the requested reincarnate here!^
Oh? You've already finished it! I thought it'd take more time. But? Let me see if the one you've brought is truly the reincarnate.|
One of the black-veined branches reaches down and grabs Urraina by the waist, to 'examine' her.
So you are truly the reincarnate? Hmm... I shall send you to that sadistic sapling you jungle lizards call Yggardael. She'll be nice since she likes you very much. |
"Wha- wait WHA——". Urraina is promptly turned into dust that promptly disappears when the branches swing around a bit.
Tree talks!
Yggardael, I've sent the reincarnate over, now give me my fertilizer!|. {sure, sure. It'll be there withiiiin... now!}. |you are surprisingly diligent at times, Ygga.|. |Eh, I need motivation if I actually want to do something and if the motivation's good, I'd put my best in it.}. |Suuure...|