Snippet #1525551

Eos made a sound of surprise when a small object flew towards them. Archer jumped back and ended up falling over onto his back, the bow out in front of him. As he regained his balance, Eos stared curiously at the thing, a dragon. Or at least, that is what Eos guessed it was. It started muttering something about birds, then it noticed them.

Tell me Simon didn't kill me, and that you aren't the angel sent to reap my soul from my body and drag me away to Hell.

Eos raised one eyebrow and put out a hand to help Archer up. Archer clasped it and as he regained his balance, stared at the creature. Archer opened his mouth to ask what exactly was going on, but at that moment another creature entered the scene and started yelling things in what seemed to be gibberish. The little dragon began to hit him, yelling comprehensible things at the taller man, who seemed to be half dragon, and knocked him over. Eos blinked, and the Man was upright again, holding a piece of paper and some scissors.
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Arch watched the going-ons with an air of confusion about him. When the taller man, who Arch assumed to be the User, turned around and held out the chain of paper dolls, Arch said, "Um...Who are you? Why did you throw your...er...dragon at us?"
Eos sighed, and Arch looked at him. "What?" He asked in a whisper.
"That one is not the User, he is the companion. The other one is the one who can speak English evidently, thus is the User." He said in his breathy way.
"Oh." Arch said, turning his gaze to the small creature. "Well, who are you and why did your companion throw you at us?" He fingered his bow, not because he was ready to use it, but because the sleek wood had a nice feeling on his fingers. It was sleek and soft, almost as if it was furry, but not.