Seeking the Desert Vine (Castor&Cana)

[Oroan]

A tall figure came to the top of a dune and stopped for a moment. The cloak and scarf being whipped about by the wind, revealing the skeletal frame of the figure's body. His long white hair was tugged at by the breeze as well, covering his emerald eyes every so often.

The blue skinned demon knight gazed over the desert, glad that he did not need food or water, otherwise he would have been in need of it right now. Instead he showed no discomfort, his skin wouldn't be really all that effected by the sun pounding from above, and the heat that came from the sand. His bare talon like feet started moving once more as he once more set out to find what he had come for.

He had recently found an interest in herbology. It was a practice that had no merit in his home real,, the plant life there yielded nothing outside the basics of plant life. Therefore Oroan had found something that despite his spirit's long existence, he had never run across. It was invigorating.

He was currently seeking a tract of Desert Vine. A completely root-based plant that when mixed with a few other little odds and ends that could easily be found, could be used to create and anti-dehydration potion. Though he didn't know how to make it himself, he had found a specialist who was willing to teach him how to make it if he brought the main ingredient to him. A deal Oroan felt was completely fair. He doubted anything in this desert would present him with a problem.

Seeing a small oasis, he knew that was a prime spot for the Desert Vine. It could survive without water, but it thrived with it. Heading over to the Oasis, Oroan started digging through the sand with the claws on his foot when he was about fifty feet away, the most likely spot where what he was seeking would be. he was looking forward to finding this plant, and returning it to the specialist.

[Castor]

A small fox with two tails raced across the sand dues panting every few moments. Apart from the fact that the fox had to tails another paciluar feature was it was wearing bandages almost like clothing loosely rapped around its body. She sniffed the breeze and turned her head to the strange smell she had picked up. Debating weather to follow it or not she ignored it. Castor wasn't here to make friend she was out trying to find a plant that only grew in the desert. Normal she proffered to do her dealings as a human but in the desert that method of travel was severely taxing to the body.

As she grew closer to where she remembered finding it with her father she noticed an oasis and that someone had already beat her to it. She narrowed her eyes before taking a sprint towards the stranger and she assumed the plant. As she reached the edge of the oasis her body exploded into fire as she assumed a human form. Thankful that the badges that covered her body stretched she walked toward the stranger and her desired plant.

"Oi! you there" she called out as she made her way over to the hole he was starting to dig."What do you think your doing!". His technique was clearly lacking and it bugged her more than the fact that he was getting at what she wanted. "If you go at it with you claws like that you'll rip it". She was in the slightest afraid of the demon and assumed he was after the Desert vine since it was the only well know hard to get plant in the desert.

[dinscrusader]

“Desert Vine,” Cana mumbled as he viewed the illustaration the palace had provided. “ It’s going to be thick, green, slightly pointy, and smell of damp clothing.” He stopped to look over a dune. “ Wonderful,” he repeated as he climbed over.

He stood their, white cotton wrapping rippling in the wind for a moment before it settled down. The Halibori desert was simply most lifeless wasteland; hurtling piles of sand and ancient crevises, with isolated points of flowering life. Obviously, he concluded, the plant was going to gravitate towerds the latter.

He was right, as anybody who was traviling throught this place for over half and hour would be. Mostly, the chalk white sand simply gritted around near ground level, creating a type of heavy mist effect. Yet, only a bit in the distance, he could spot the undeniable dark blue of an oasis pool. They attracted many travelers, who perhaps could tell him were to find the Root/ If they only knew why he needed it.

Sliding down the dune, Cana leaped across the desert in short, easy strides. He loved the dry feel on his skin, perhaps having something to do with his heritage. Yet, unfortunately, he had not been gifted with a dragon;s firm footing yet, and lost his balance upon a particularly loose bit of sand.

His momentium landed him face first in the oasis, were two more humanoid figures had managed to fined themselves. “ Excuse me fellows,” stated with a bit of spitting involved. “How are you doing?”

[Oroan]

With sharp precise movements, Oroan would press down and curl his claws, allowing him to feel why lay beneath the sand, If there was nothing he flicked the sand away, going a little deeper. With the way his body was built, this was simply the most efficient way for him to do this, and so when he caught the flash of movement at his side and then heard the voice telling him that he'd tear the vine up he rose en eyebrow for a moment before realizing that how he had been going about this would look very destructive and not delicate in any way to most beings in this realm.

"I assume you speak of the desert vine. Do not worry. I am actually taking great care to not harm it, that would be very detrimental to my own goals." He replied, his 'voice' echoing through Castor's head as his attention was then directed to a new arrival. A young man who had stumbled down a dune and literally got a taste of the desert. It was one of those times Oroan actually felt one way or the other about not having a mouth, and it was something he was glad for this time.

"I cannot speak for this other person of course, but I myself am doing rather well. And yourself, are you fine aside from that little tumble you just took?" He asked, shifting his telepathy to a wide emission, allowing both of them to 'hear' him instead of only directing his thoughts to one of them at a time.

[Castor]

"I assume you speak of the desert vine. Do not worry. I am actually taking great care to not harm it, that would be very detrimental to my own goals.". This caught Castor off guard as the creatures voice occupied her mind for a few moments. Noticing he had no other means of communication she bit back an angered reply at his actions and instead she glared back at Oroan and crossed her arms. "Well if you say so, don't go taking it all I need some".

Her attention shifted as a new comer approached and rather comically managed to let his face find the sand. Giving him a look she couldn't keep the glimmer of amusement of his mistake out of her eyes. As the demon spoke first she waited for his words to leave her mind before saying. "I'm doing fine, unless you are also after the Desert Vine". She was starting to feel the affects of the sun look at the others she noticed that they both seemed to be fine under its flaming glare. Letting a smile slip onto her lips she said "Like he said, are you alright?".

[dinscrusader]

“Fine, just fine,” he responded to both of them. He had noticed the larger one’s lack of actual speech, but was too polite to point it out.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” he swung down in a deep and solemn bow. “My name is Cana, Mage son and prince of the fine Kingdom of Kaharini.” He dusted off his wrappings before continuing, as the sand itched like hell. “I actually am seeking the Desert Vine, a bit of a prophesized drought in the north has seen to that. I don’t need that much, just a shoot for the greenhouse to cultivate. Any information you can give me will be appreciated and, perhaps, in due time rewarded.”

With that, he rushed to the oasis spring. “Beg pardon,” he shouted between gulps as he chugged down a few mouthfuls. “But I haven’t had water in a day. Got to stay hydrated right?” Then it was simply a matter of refilling his water skin, and he was back to his regal position.

[Oroan]

"A pleasure to meet you both, do not worry I do not need much for my own task, and if the prince only needs a shoot or so, there should be enough for each of us.' He replied. Oroan found it interesting that not only were the three of them looking for the same thing, they all had found the same oasis.
Well there have been stranger occurrences. He thought, keeping that to himself.

The prince went over to get a drink, a wise move for those who needed the water. Though he found it odd that someone who needed water wouldn't bring the quantities needed. Looking back to Castor and then to the prince again, his eyes shifted in a way to give the impression he was smiling.
"Unless one of you has the proper tools, I will continue my digging here." He commented. he wasn't in a hurry and had the time to find another oasis for the root, but he also didn't feel the need to waste time. He could converse while working with no problem.

[Castor]

"well aint that a mouthful "Castor answered as the prince dished out his titles. "I'm Cana would have worked for me, your in the middle of a desert boy you can lose the titles" she said her gaze a bit more intense than it needed to be. The princes formal way of talking annoyed her but she kept it to herself. He then departed for a quick second to go water himself from the sun. "A pleasure to meet you both, do not worry I do not need much for my own task, and if the prince only needs a shoot or so, there should be enough for each of us.". She simply nodded her understanding.

"Unless one of you has the proper tools, I will continue my digging here." . Castor sighed all she had brought was her self because she figured that was all she was going to need. However today the desert held more people than normal in the same spot. Walking a few feet away in a poof of flames she returned to her vixen state and walked over to join the demon in his digging but also using her sharp nose to try and detect the root.

[dinscrusader]

"But I do," Cana reached into his rucksack and pulled out a pair of heavy gardan spades. "These tools should be sufficent to uncover the vine, no?" he bent down, spine still fully straght, and began to dig next to the larger one.

Then girl changed back. It was strange, granted, but a prince is never stratled. He simple accepted the fact and dudiously dug.

[Oroan]

As Cana had proper tools. Oroan moved over a few feet to allow the prince to dig in the hole he had already started. He figured as these two were likely more susceptible to the conditions they were in, therefore he felt it was proper to allow them less work.

He started digging once more. He doubted he would reach a section of vine before Cana, but if it was as long as he was told to expect it to be in this kind of spot, it would likely be long enough that two dig points would be a good idea.

[Castor]

Castor moved away the sand tell her paws touched plant. With that she moved back , careful not to singe the prince she reverted to her human form. Scooping a few more handful's of sand away she smiled as she gently touched the Vine. Looking to Oroan she noticed he was digging his own hole to create to points to get the vine from.

Taking one of the princes spade she moved sand away so more of it was exposed. "Alight then how much do we all need then?". Her red eyes glanced at her companions.

[dinscrusader]

"Just a bit thanks," he turned as he wiped away the last layer of sand between him and his section of the vine. " Two, three offshots at most."

Reaching back into his rucksack, he grimmsed a bit when he manged to poke himself on the tip of his cutters. They were rusty old things; having been decommisioned from the gardan a month back, but would do. " Got my own tool."

Cana reached deep into the whole he had formed, carefully avoiding the edges the the inevitable collapse. " One," he snipped off a thick sample. "Two," smaller then the first, but of a slightly fresher color."And Three," another simlier to the second; they still had to be transplanted after all. This plant felt, strange. It was almost as if he was holding pudding skin with pins upon it. "That should just about do it. I thank you kindly for sharing this oasis with me." He followed with the formal bow

[Oroan]

Oroan struck this particular part of the vine much quicker than the other one. It was slightly closer to the surface. Castor asked how much would be needed. Oroan watched Cana take what he needed and then he ran a quick calculation of how much would be remaining from what they had seen.

"After I take what I need, there should be over seventy percent of the vine remaining for your needs. I do not require a large amount." Oroan replied as his claws were gingerly placed for a precise cut. With two quick swipes, Oroan retrieved What he required and slid it into a pouch on the inside of his cloak.

Looking over at prince Cana as he thanked them and gave a bow. Oroan made a point to lower his head respectfully. He was raised to bow to no-one. But that did not mean he wouldn't show respect in turn. Looking to Castor and then back to Cana once more he spoke.
"Though we all clearly arrived here in good order, might I suggest that we all return together if our destination is the capital of Kaharini. It has been rumored that particularly unpleasant beasts will roam this desert from time to time. And there is strength in numbers." He said, perfectly willing to go alone, or wait for Castor so they could all go together.

[Castor]

Castor waited last to take her piece of vine watching them closely."After I take what I need, there should be over seventy percent of the vine remaining for your needs. I do not require a large amount." Seventy percent. She actually didn't need that much just a simple amount would do. As Oroan took what he needed Castor leaned forward and used a finger nail to cut a good section of the plant then looked up at Cana took his bow.

She rolled her eyes and covered up the vines again so they could grow back."Though we all clearly arrived here in good order, might I suggest that we all return together if our destination is the capital of Kaharini. It has been rumored that particularly unpleasant beasts will roam this desert from time to time. And there is strength in numbers." "that fine with me "..