>Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44909070/You decide to remain silent, raise your eyebrow and make a very noticeable gesture of nodding your head up and down in an “ah, I see” manner.
“If we’re going to take the time to introduce our new friends,” MacKay says with a placid smile on his face and a hand reaching for his COMP, “Then I suppose it would be remiss of us to neglect our duty.”
Five seconds and another burst of data, and a girl hovers a close distance to the priest. At least, what should’ve been a young girl at least Madison’s height, if it weren’t for the red skin, and butterfly wings. You pointedly decide to avoid remaking a remark about how dangerously short the Chinese-looking dress is.
MacKay gently pats the demon on the shoulder. “Hua Po, why don’t you introduce yourself to my friends? These are going to be your traveling companions for the foreseeable future.”
The demon bashfully looks down to the ground before raising her hand in a small wave with a tentative look towards all of you. What sounds like the chirping of birdsong exits her mouth instead of the usual guttural noises or hating English that you’re used to. It’s a pleasant enough sound, one that doesn’t require a translation from bird-to-English to know that she’s friendly enough, if a little shy.
“We found the poor girl on the verge of death,” Knocker says with a deep sigh. “As a tree spirit, she cannot live without water for extended durations of time. The dry spell that’s running through the county came very close to killing her.”
“Fortunately,” MacKay says with a soft smile, “We were able to save her by running to a nearby run-off of the Potomac. That was no easy task in of itself, either.”
“No kidding,” Brady mutters, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “The fish demons guarding the river were hell to get past. I’m laying off the seafood for the foreseeable future. The next scale is going to send me into conniptions.”
(cont.)
