Engrenaxe/Gear
Talia.
"Please Engrenaxe I'm tired. I'll pass out if we have to walk any further." The little myuu gasped, in her human form, her bright yellow eyes looked around the little town in a nervous way, as though expecting something to jump out at her.
The rabbot MG1 eyed her with distaste. "We keep going." She growled, tightening her grip round her wrist.
"Stop! Please! Your hurting me!" Talia begged, her eyes filling with tears.
"Fine. I suppose your gift won't kick in your too tired or something. And for havens sakes, just call me Gear, you stupid physic Myuu. I can't stand my name you know that!" Sighing the MG1 sat down, her usual scowl present. They had no time to lose and she was messing about taking a break every five freaking minutes. She needed to get there and fast, it would take atleast three weeks, to get to the temple if they couldn't find a better way round and that's if she didn't allow the myuu to sleep. Gear shook her head and looked at her newly re-attached limb, the traps at that tomb were far too dangerous for anything to escape alive, even her. So it was a stroke of real luck she had ran into Talia. She was the Cassandra of Evelon, her disaster seeing was very much accurate and the poor myuu had the scar to prove it. It was almost a certainty that she would be able to see the traps that lie ahead of them, along with the snakes and hardships. Perfect. Ofcourse they really needed some muscle to back them, herself being the leader and Talia being the... whatever she was.
Talia took a large gulp of her water, and closed her eyes, it was always her, always. She was being half bribed, half blackmailed and just a little bit threatened and she was scared. She wished she was at home with her fluffy slippers. But things didn't work that way, she was stuck here, along with a maniac treasure mad rabbot MG1 and she was scared, she was always scared, but now her fear was turning into terror.
And it wasn't a nice feeling.