Spencer looked cautious, and considered what each said. He seemed to trust Furrez, but what if this other pet could help us?
"OK, Pheira, understand this:
I will follow you, but I won't trust you. You are what you are, so anyways, let's begin. Now, to proove yourself, YOU bring my trainer HERE to me. I know your tricks, and I won't be fooled by any 'mirages.' Advent & Furrez will have to see her, too, so I know I can then trust."
The Bleeder grinned fervently, yet the look in his eyes seemed a little..odd.
"Of course you will see your owner, but I can only bring you with me. She doesn't trust me, and wants to see you for yourself...."
"Or, maybe I could fly over to check."
"No!"
"Why not? I think you are trying to trick me," he said, secretly apologizing to Furrez for not listening to her.
Pheira then replied, "Err...the winds. The sun and heat. It's just not safe. The word on the street, or rather, the word in the desert, is that there's a sand storm coming this way."
"I haven't heard of that. I wouldn't have traveled if there was a sandstorm coming this way."
"Of course. Who would actually know what is to come, dear one?"
Spencer whispered back to his friends, "I can speak with this thing. Whenever I try to compromise, I changes it around. Ugghh, can you to try talking with her..?"