She exhaled, exasperated, and shrugged off her breastplate, hurriedly taking off her gauntlets and sleeves.
Good thing I have clothes on under this. Not that you'd mind, I don't think.
After a moment, no more materialized and she threw the pieces into a pile. Her clothes may once have been considered lower layers of finery, purple with the remains of gold embroidery, but were now ripped and dirty. Her shirt was slashed across the stomach.
Give me my cloak. Maybe I can use it to cover them up and muffle the angles.
Celephai smiled wryly, quickly pulling the cloak off and tossing it toward Margrett. There was a certain hilarity about making people remove their clothes or suffer an attack of the Hounds. Maybe she just liked seeing people suffer. Hard to tell.
"It should, at least, throw them off of the trail for now."
Celephai remained alert in case anything else decided to leap out at them.
Celephai burst out in deep, vicious, hysterical laughter. She didn't even mean to laugh, it just came out all on it's own. It would be several moments before she could manage to pull herself together and move on. Once again, they started off in a fairly random direction.
"...Don't feel comfortable in your own skin? There isn't much that works for clothing when you're all tentacles, mouths and eyes."
Celephai had an odd relationship when it came to clothing and modesty. She wore something incredibly lose, and so long as it covered all of her, people didn't much raise a fuss... as long as she kept her tentacles hidden.
Oh, I'm comfortable. Don't worry about me. I could walk around in the buff and be fine. But if you haven't noticed we're kind of in a hostile plane that hates my very existence. She stopped suddenly.
Speaking of which... She put a hand over her eyes.
I hope that's your friend. She pointed to a mass of tentacles in the sky, heading their direction.
Celephai squinted, looking up at the graceful mass of tendrils.
"...I can't be sure, I don't see the eye, but it's likely him. Don't be afraid, I'm sure he'll just be curious. We all are, at heart."
She stopped in the ashen sand. Whatever it was, it was going to move much faster than they were, and it likely wanted to approach as slowly as it pleased.
"...Also, don't mind the tentacles. I know that can be a hard thing to get around..."
"You two know each-other? Wonderful, that will make this much easier."
Now the problem was how to ask the All-Seeing Eye if he can find a single extremely powerful shadow magician, who would likely have concealed herself in a veritable fortress of shadow.
You should probably have thought that part out a little more.
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Slowly, she raised a finger, turned to the massive elder thing and said.
"I... didn't think you were into that kind of thing, Shuma. I mean, it's understandable to want to... relate with the native species, but usually one conquers them first. Wait, unless..."
Her voice trailed off. She had done the damage. Now for the havoc that would ensue.
It Was Some Time After I Came To This Plane. I Was Resigned To My Fate And Resolved To Learn About Mortals. Margrett sighed almost wistfully.
And you were adorable. "What Is This Alcohol You Speak Of? Why Is Breaking Limbs Painful To You? Why Do Humans Love?" What happened, Joran? Shuma was silent for a moment. You Wanted More Than I Knew How To Give.