Before the Storm: Act 8, Chapter 11
Chapter 11
“This is a lot crazier when you see it in person.”
Waves of silt-laden water lapped at Liane’s toes as she and Florine stood on the banks of the Oriculon River. It was already the largest river she had ever seen in her life the last time they visited the Draconic Kingdom; now, one could be convinced that it wasn’t a river at all. The northern shore had disappeared somewhere beyond the horizon and the floodwaters had turned the city into an island. Fortunately for Oriculon’s citizens, there were plenty of unoccupied bits of high ground to live on.
“Pip!”
She eyed the bird-like Demihuman perched on her friend’s head. What was it even doing there? Had Florine somehow turned it into a pet? Maybe it was the other way around.
“Pip!”
Liane reached for the Demihuman’s tail, which hung parallel to Florine’s long, golden hair. Without warning, its head turned a hundred and eighty degrees to attack her hand.
“Yeow!”
Florine rounded on her with a cross look. The Beastman cub in her arms reached out to try and swat Liane.