The chimaera cheerfully trotted down the busy market streets, pausing to admire the stalls filled with elaborate tapestries and exotic, mouth-watering foods, but never for long. Pricking her ears, she continued forwards, on a straight path. Her destination was unknown to the watcher, but evidently she had no doubt of it. In humanoid form, Kitahla forged through the crowds purposefully. The chimaera's scales were mottled red-orange, fading to a darker red for her tail and limbs. Dark, dull black horns curled up by her head, and she was dressed in plain light cloth, faintly patterned with a zigzag design.
A figure leapt out from a corner, dragging her backwards, out of sight. She didn't think to cry out, and couldn't have, because a hand was clamped over her mouth. "I say," she attempted to say through the hand. "Quiet, tainted scum," muttered her attacker. Kitahla laughed, pushing the hand off her mouth. Instantly a knife flashed in to view, held against her throat. "That's going a bit far, isn't it? I mean, I only just stayed in Chimre a month." The chimaera sighed. "I suppose you're one of those Firestarters. What do you want." She quickly maneuvered out under the knife, and turned to face her attacker.
"I say, you're just a boy," she said, immediately regretting the cliché comment. He was an Aeneski, certainly merely a boy, probably about early teens in human years, with blonde hair, muddy green eyes, and a sulky expression. And, more importantly, a very sharp knife. Kitahla eyed the object carefully, trying to edge away.
Inarcus snarled, his ears swiveling back slightly. "Shut up, muck," he muttered. "You dealt with them in Chimre, I know. And I need to get rid of them." The chimaera looked surprised. "Surely-" Inarcus grunted. "Just get on with it," he hissed. "But is this really necessary? Why do people need to fight? Why can't people just get along?" interjected Kitahla.
The Aeneski's grim expression melted immediately. Oh, why did they always make him think? Thinking was bad... it make him doubt what was surely right. "Don't make me think about that," he muttered, marching her back out into the streets. He froze, looking at the steady stream of people walking by. There was an awful lot of people who could see him now... Inarcus shrank back, seeming to diminish in size. He even looked embarrassed. "Just tell me," he finally said. "Please?" he added, looking anxiously around him.
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