Tylla hoped that the goblin was able to fully understand the respectful way in which she had addressed them and their apparent goddess. Her uneasiness was helped a little when the goblin translator turned around and spoke in his native language, the tone sounding good and not angry. Tylla really didn't want to upset the village full of so many goblins.
<<You know I heard stories about goblins eating travelers who get lost in the deep wood,>> said Vidas quietly to Tylla.
The young woman ignored her dragon companion, as Vidas did always like causing trouble. Plus, if the goblins had intended to eat them, they could of easily overpowered the pair. No, Tylla was pretty sure that they were truthful in welcoming them to the village.
The goblin who spoke Common then turned back to Tylla and introduced himself as Grist. He then asked for their names and wondered if Vidas was Tylla's god, before leading them out of the stone ruins that belonged to Angoril.
"I'm Tylla and this is Vidas," replied the young woman, "And no she's not a god, just a good friend.
Tylla had the feeling that Grist wouldn't believe her. It seemed that this goblin society was so entrenched in their belief of Angoril's divinity that all dragons must seem magnificent to them. Tylla didn't feel like changing their beliefs as she felt they were harmless. Dragons were awesome and deserved to be held on a pedestal. Even Vidas, who did often get on Tylla's nerves, was still held in more respect than any other creature the young woman had encountered.
The three of them then reached their destination, a small hut. Grist would then beckon them into the hut, Tylla surprised by how nice it was on the inside. While seemingly made from a hodge podge of different sources, with cart wheels, boat hulls, and other random items, it had a sense of order, as if it was purposively designed. There even was a beautifully made dresser, though Tylla would have no need for it as everything she owned could be carried on her back.
Grist then informed Tylla that there would be a feast for Angoril soon, and that he would return when it was ready. Tylla quickly thanked the well dressed goblin, who then ducked out of the hut. It was only then that the exhaustion of the day hit Tylla, the result of spending almost all day walking alongside the river. Letting her body take over, Tylla collapsed onto the bed of straw.
<<So what's happening? They're not eating us?>> asked Vidas, taking a perch on the dresser.
<<No. In fact they're making us a feast. We seem to be guests of honor,>> replied Tylla.
Vidas's gold eyes then narrowed as she gazed at Tylla. Clearly she was not as enamored with Angoril as Tylla was, not having such an unwavering faith in dragons. But she would go along with it, even if it just meant being there to protect Tylla if things went south. Though, the fairy dragon truly hoped that wouldn't be necessary.
<<You know I heard stories about goblins eating travelers who get lost in the deep wood,>> said Vidas quietly to Tylla.
The young woman ignored her dragon companion, as Vidas did always like causing trouble. Plus, if the goblins had intended to eat them, they could of easily overpowered the pair. No, Tylla was pretty sure that they were truthful in welcoming them to the village.
The goblin who spoke Common then turned back to Tylla and introduced himself as Grist. He then asked for their names and wondered if Vidas was Tylla's god, before leading them out of the stone ruins that belonged to Angoril.
"I'm Tylla and this is Vidas," replied the young woman, "And no she's not a god, just a good friend.
Tylla had the feeling that Grist wouldn't believe her. It seemed that this goblin society was so entrenched in their belief of Angoril's divinity that all dragons must seem magnificent to them. Tylla didn't feel like changing their beliefs as she felt they were harmless. Dragons were awesome and deserved to be held on a pedestal. Even Vidas, who did often get on Tylla's nerves, was still held in more respect than any other creature the young woman had encountered.
The three of them then reached their destination, a small hut. Grist would then beckon them into the hut, Tylla surprised by how nice it was on the inside. While seemingly made from a hodge podge of different sources, with cart wheels, boat hulls, and other random items, it had a sense of order, as if it was purposively designed. There even was a beautifully made dresser, though Tylla would have no need for it as everything she owned could be carried on her back.
Grist then informed Tylla that there would be a feast for Angoril soon, and that he would return when it was ready. Tylla quickly thanked the well dressed goblin, who then ducked out of the hut. It was only then that the exhaustion of the day hit Tylla, the result of spending almost all day walking alongside the river. Letting her body take over, Tylla collapsed onto the bed of straw.
<<So what's happening? They're not eating us?>> asked Vidas, taking a perch on the dresser.
<<No. In fact they're making us a feast. We seem to be guests of honor,>> replied Tylla.
Vidas's gold eyes then narrowed as she gazed at Tylla. Clearly she was not as enamored with Angoril as Tylla was, not having such an unwavering faith in dragons. But she would go along with it, even if it just meant being there to protect Tylla if things went south. Though, the fairy dragon truly hoped that wouldn't be necessary.