The Naga's Lair

[Aiko]

Tsubasa ignored the demoness’s final comment. Well, obviously he was leaving now. What point was there in him staying? Of course, that led to the question, what point was there in him living? But the crow demon tried not to think too hard on anything. Thinking meant remembering, and remembering meant hurting. He paused, balancing on his one leg to part the tall grass with his makeshift cane, and then hopped between the gap he’d formed in the wispy foliage. The curtain of grass swung shut behind his hunched, bony figure, which continued making its way through the grass, leaving a path of swaying blades in its wake. As soon as he reached a spot where it was clear enough, he dropped his staff and, flapping experimentally a couple of times, hopped into the air again, pausing only long enough to grab his stick before fluttering off and away from the river. Not once did his sunken eyes look back, and not once did his underused mind think back.

[Rin]

Willow sighed as th eother left and slowly went bakc toward shte river. She blinked when she noticed soemthing. A paint brush... She tapped her chin and smiled. "Now al I need to do is find a human to scare into giving me paper and ink!" She chimed in fake enthusiasim beofre diving into the river to go back into her cave to hide her new treasure.

Inside her cva ewas a small, dry area where she kept things she found laong the river side. Water carriers, a comb, a brush, and some other, more paculiar objects. She place dhte paint brush down by the hair brush and sighed. "I wonder if that old crow will ever come aorund again? Probably not." She sighed and went bakc into the wate rto swim for abit.