Goka, Cold, lack of body heat, raise body heat, don't burn the armour, Goka, movement, paladin leaving, listen "Anan...burned page...alleyway" Goka won't care, too angry, must check on her, movement, unknown warden just looking, staring, threatening? Goka, "...son of a b..." Ahh this is boring, want to fight, feel our blood entwined, be as one, the caravan, maybe a fight, but no death, do not wish to be punished, miss Goka, worried, is this odd, been physical too long, getting too human, bad thing? Feel her talk to me, talk back, she's ready, hate that pipe, give 'em hell, blood mixes, we jump, bang? Goka? She stole my toys! Feel her laugh through the bond, it's been a long time, it feels like it, I convey my feelings, feel violent response, we combine blood.
This is, interesting: surprisingly articulate. Who knew two similar lizards could yield spectacular differences in brain power. It feels as if I can perceive thrice the range I ever could as Goka's pet. I had forgotten how much fun switching was, oh I do hope we don't have to stick to one body for a long time. the godslayers seem nice enough, I can't imagine how they discovered they could make Coba turn to wood, maybe it came out of the grand college, I'd like to know their alliances, but Coba wouldn't give a shit I suppose. I should probably be listening to the conversation, ahh I'll be filled in later. I wonder what will come of this. I think we should kill someone again.
Listening is dull, I should go for a walk, I slid off Coba's shoulder and roamed the building she was next to. I would return before the conversation was over.
Can't sleep, I need to find something out. Something she said, like it wasn't her in control it reminded me of something an old bat had said, now a hawk I flew as fast an straight as I could. Lucky, not too far away, in the cave with a man, coast.
Here. The bat hung off it's pacter's arm, propped up on a rock as the hermit slept, filthy and naked, his familiar was awake and waiting for me, I settled
<the pet returns> he thought softly, the years having worn him thin
<your wings are getting creaky Gurunix>
<and yours shine like the sun, now come for what you've been told to say>
<it's about that>
<so you believe?>
<I just need to know>
<then make a slate boy>
<I will talk to Coralie>
<Who's Goka?> shit, I had sent a thought, I had mixed up names
I had sent my Coralie,
<you're in trouble Sal'ha, the path you choose runs deep. May it lead you to the truth>