Kreandor: Secrets of the Psionic » Places

         Atian yawned again, though he didn't try to cover the wince at the gruesome cracking of bones breaking against stone when the captain landed. He flexed his fingers absentmindedly, however, as Xaos thought of him becoming a hindrance.

"They're not too much...I'm just not entirely used to them yet. Especially not since I got here. Landing here on Kreandor...was like opening my eyes and seeing through the fog that had been around me the whole time." He shrugged and then let his mind begin to pick out the various bodies of water around them. He looked at the bodies of the ground, noting the liquid that was slowly thickening in their blood.

"Seems like a bit of a waste, honestly. I hope you don't mind, Xaos, but I'm going to keep some of this for future use." He knealt by the guard he'd slain, cut the man's neck open with a small shard of ice, and then drew the blood from his body and the water from his cells, taking it and storing it in the pouch at his waist, forcing it to bulge considerably. "There. Now I won't have to worry about not having anything to work with."