Psii liked to use his nocturnal advantage whenever possible. True, sleeping during the day when all the humans were active was dangerous, but when else could he see what others couldn't in the dark? He was up at dusk, early for him, and was scouting around for some tired animals to pick off when he heard the crash on the other side of an ice formation. A great howling sounded from an opening in the wall, and even with the eerie echo, Psii recognized the primal notes of a troll.
If it had sounded on its own, Psii would have thought it was a trap, like the killer robot bearing Disciple's voice in the spaceport. But it fit with the crashing. A cave-in? He wasn't sure how much help he'd be without his powers, but there was still a chance. The howling meant someone was still alive. After waiting for the ice to settle, he carefully stepped into a sleek world of dark blue and powdery white. He didn't bother making a light; he didn't have far to venture. He saw Initiate, hard to miss with his horns, and a human.
He also saw a fuckton of indigo purple spreading on the ice.
There were some tribes of trolls who fought against each other but would ally against other races if they were sent to the stars to conquer. Psii was not of that persuasion. As far as he was concerned, he got on better with some of the humans here than most trolls back home. It wasn't Alternian ties that made him halt, but his bond with Signless, and therefore, tenuously, to Initiate. The clown was his best friend's moirail. Psii disliked him, but not enough to leave him bleeding here with a potential enemy.
He drew his knife. It was only sharpened rock, but it was long enough to scare a potential looter away. Hopefully. He kept his short folding knife hidden in his parka. Psii otherwise traveled light, a rolled blanket being the largest thing his reed baskets and reed rope held. He hadn't gone for the Cornucopia, and in all this time he hadn't the heart to steal an actual backpack from someone.
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If it had sounded on its own, Psii would have thought it was a trap, like the killer robot bearing Disciple's voice in the spaceport. But it fit with the crashing. A cave-in? He wasn't sure how much help he'd be without his powers, but there was still a chance. The howling meant someone was still alive. After waiting for the ice to settle, he carefully stepped into a sleek world of dark blue and powdery white. He didn't bother making a light; he didn't have far to venture. He saw Initiate, hard to miss with his horns, and a human.
He also saw a fuckton of indigo purple spreading on the ice.
There were some tribes of trolls who fought against each other but would ally against other races if they were sent to the stars to conquer. Psii was not of that persuasion. As far as he was concerned, he got on better with some of the humans here than most trolls back home. It wasn't Alternian ties that made him halt, but his bond with Signless, and therefore, tenuously, to Initiate. The clown was his best friend's moirail. Psii disliked him, but not enough to leave him bleeding here with a potential enemy.
He drew his knife. It was only sharpened rock, but it was long enough to scare a potential looter away. Hopefully. He kept his short folding knife hidden in his parka. Psii otherwise traveled light, a rolled blanket being the largest thing his reed baskets and reed rope held. He hadn't gone for the Cornucopia, and in all this time he hadn't the heart to steal an actual backpack from someone.
"What are you doing, human?" he asked warily.