Cirille Bitterclaw
- Cirille
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 1.02 C | “Cirille Bitterclaw, at your service. I’m the sorry [Commander] of this lot.” |
| 1.02 C | Cirille blinks a bit at being called ‘Ma’am’. It’s customary to call people ‘Miss’ or ‘Mister’ in this world unless they have a formal title, but Richard just can’t get over calling people Sir or Ma’am no matter how many times he’s corrected. |
| 1.02 C | Emily comes over, Cirille nods briskly and indicates a large road her and the other lizards just walked down. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille says pretty much the same thing to Richard as her soldiers line up on either side of us, looking bored and disinterested. |
| 1.02 C | Richard must be thinking the same thing. He coughs and addresses Cirille before she gives the order to march. |
| 1.02 C | The entire group of soldiers seems to freeze for a second. Cirille cuts Richard off before he can continue. |
| 1.02 C | “My apologies, Miss Cirille.” |
| 1.02 C | I eye Cirille. She’s a Drake? Does that mean she’s related to Dragons as opposed to…well, whatever a Lizardperson is related to? Unlike the rest of her soldiers, her armor is open at the back to let two vestigial wings out. They’re folded up neatly and rather small. She notices me looking and smiles. Toothily. |
| 1.02 C | I don’t see much of the city during the march. I’m busy humming loudly in my head. But I do catch up with Cirille as she tells Richard about some of the capital’s highlights. |
| 1.02 C | I don’t get to hear how Richard talks his way out of this one. I hear a shout as we pass through another set of gates, from up ahead. Cirille, Richard, and I step forwards quickly and see Cynthia running backwards, face white and pale. |
| 1.02 C | Richard and I instantly freeze. My heart begins to pound. A Demon? Here? In the city? It can’t be. But Richard’s hand is already on his sword and my own demon begins whispering in my head. Yet it’s Cirille who doesn’t panic. She grips Richard before he can draw his blade. |
| 1.02 C | Richard admonishes Cynthia, who’s gone into hysterics. Behind us, one of the Drakes mutters something uncomplimentary about Humans. Cirille shuts him up. I keep staring. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille orders her soldiers and the rest of us on, but she stays, eying the Demon in the cage. I look at her. Some of the crowd that was cheering our passing has broken away and is jeering and shouting at him. They look angry. Some have rocks. |
| 1.02 C | Then he looks at me. He stares at me and Cirille. She glares at him. I shudder and look away. We walk away as the Fearless sits in his cage, rejoining the procession. |
| 1.02 C | Ignore the voice. I turn to Cirille as we catch up with the others. Richard’s ahead, trying to get Cynthia to calm down before she has a panic attack. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille shudders, her tail twitching as she walks briskly ahead of me. |
| 1.02 C | We pass by a street that looks like it leads to some kind of fantastical bazaar, and then one devoted entirely to food. I stare at a cut of dark grey meat and point it out to Cirille. She looks sideways at it and one of the soldiers at the back of the parade mutters. She shakes her head. |
| 1.02 C | I break off, not wanting to startle my companions ahead of me. Cirille looks uneasy and shakes her head before lowering her voice. |
| 1.02 C | And I’m—distracted. I always am. Cirille sees us off at the gates as the Drake [Soldiers] stand at attention. One of them yawns widely until the guy next to her elbows her in the side. |
| 1.02 C | We enter the banquet. And it swallows us. In a few minutes, I find myself at a table. We’re sitting with Cirille, since she’s the only one we recognized. She and a couple of Drakes seem only too happy to have company to talk to. And there’s quite a bit of food for me to distract myself by eating. |
| 1.02 C | Jellied fruits, sweet breads, cuts of meat dripping with blood and finely grilled, vegetables of every shape and color…the wrong thing for anyone on a diet. Since I’ve lost at least thirty pounds from not wanting to eat, I don’t care and dig in anyways. Beside me, Cirille is talking to Keith about something called the Walled Cities, and a problem with some species called the Antinium. And apparently there’s a problem with a…Goblin Lord? |
| 1.02 C | Keith looks over. He sat himself so that Cirille was between him and me. I shake my head and he looks…nervous. That annoys me. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille turns towards me. Across from her, a Drake with red scales slams his fist onto the table, making my bowl of soup jump. |
| 1.02 C | His speech got voices of approval from some of the other Drakes at the table. Cirille rolled her eyes and twitched her wings as if she’d heard the same griping many times before. I nod, trying to keep the Drake talking. It slips out before I can help it. |
| 1.02 C | Eddy says that. Good old Eddy, breaking the sudden silence. The others laugh, a bit too loudly. Cirille rolls her eyes and flicks her tail. |