Into the desert *DEPRECIATED*

"yeah i do hear that." seaven says looking at elros. "dahlia and mots make sure u kepe your eyes open, i'd prefer to wake up in the morning." seaven then goes into the house.

"Oh I wouldn't call it mean... I would have put 'insect' on it, but I cant inscribe more than 5 letters."

Stu considers what he said for a few moments.

"But.. uh, yes."

OOG: Aw, poo...

Dahlia looks down at the ground. "Can... can you remove it?"

DM Note: You here the giggles again.

Dahlia jumps, then shudders again. "Please?"

"Perhaps" Stu says as he places his hands behind his head and lays down.

seaven decides to just ignore the giggles because he wants to sleep.

Dahlia fidgets, the strange noises putting her on edge and making her doubt her own sanity at the same time. "Please? I'll... I'll remove some of your debt. 5000 gold."

Directs her attention away from Stu and Dahlia's chatter and listens to the noises the others hear.

"5000 gold... AND you have to go the whole night without hiding behind your little insect invisibility."

"I need someone to keep me company. Not just a voice. And certainly not that crazy alienest, Mots. Shes half insane" Stu says under his breath.

Mots glaces apathetically towards Stu, then returns her attention to her surroundings.

"Deal." Dahlia settles herself down onto the ground, laying her pack next to her.

"Excellent" Stu says smiling.

"Remove the rune, please." Dahlia twists so that her back is facing Stu.

With a flick of his wrists, Stu causes the rune to vanish.

"Happy?"

"Content." Dahlia lays facing the fire, her head on her pack.

"Really? I could always put an explosive rune on your chest. Would that boost your mood beyond content?" Stu sneers.

"My mistake, happy as a clam." Dahlia fires back.

"Oh, are you now? What a pleasant surprise." Stu says sarcastically.

"Did you hear those giggles earlier?" Dahlia changes the subject, tucking one hand under her head.

"Yup, I ain't worried about them though. If were so fun to laugh it, why would they harm their entertainment?" Stu says as he sits up and looks off into the distance.

Dahlia sits up again, pulling her pack into her lap, and turns her back to the fire. "I wish there were a way to keep my wings and my body warm." She speaks to no one in particular.

Stu chuckles to himself. "Being an insect isn't so great after all"

"Pixie." Dahlia sighs. "I'm a pixie. I'm a fey. Not an insect."