Xialthia

“That was… an ordeal.” The fluffy tailed vayron sighs as her trusted companion trods alongside her. “I really need to ask for references when I hire from now on.” “Don't beat yerself up, lass.” Valeron attempts to comfort his old friend. “There's just no predicting some things in life. Like people, an’ how they'll act.” “You're right.” Alexis begrudgingly admits. “Still. I do feel somewhat responsible for the grief we caused those poor Haedians.” “Then we make it up to them.” Valeron lightly nudges her at the withers. “From here on in, we'll be more cautious. Thoughtful, even.” Alexis smiles at her old friend. At times, it feels like he's the brother she never had. In the same instance, both of their ears perk at the sound of an echoing voice in the caverns. Another congregation of Haedians are drawn in by the alluring calls shouting out. The promise of competition, if they both understand the intent correctly. “Sounds like your game.” The she-vay tells Valeron. “You say that