”Best not unleash the beast, who would protect you?”
Oasis felt her eyes settle on a few familiar faces. Desa, Tristan, Jenny, Piper, Abigail…more people. She didn’t bother sitting down at the fountain, for her eyes recognized Piper or Pan as many called her, right away. Oasis looked at Tristan for a moment before she overheard the common about Tyonol. Oh she remembered that drug, used to take it on several occasions. She couldn’t help but allow the corners of her mouth to perk up in silent laughter. The girl did have a point. Oasis carefully unstrapped her arrows and settled them between her feet, keeping her bow over a shoulder. Her lips pressed together, forming a thin line as her eyes shuffled over the faces. Desa seemed to be at war with herself, possible headache or slight annoyance. Oasis couldn’t blame her, Pan was around.
Speaking of which, Pan was busy fiddling with a satchel she kept tied to her waist, as if searching for something. What did she have there? Oasis cleared her throat slightly and shifted her weight from one foot to the next.
“There’s a raccoon running lose inside, I don’t suggest anyone to try to pet it.” Oasis answered, clipping strands of hair behind her ear. “Before I could do anything about it, the thing ran into the kitchens.”
”I will knock you back to last Tuesday.”
Pan ignored Oasis’ comment as she pulled out a thin, small vial of sorts. She shook it lightly before popping the cork and taking a small whiff of the aroma. She smiled faintly and popped the cork back in. The vial rolled inbetween Piper’s hands as she looked up at Desa, her eyes tracing the girl’s facial expression before she offered the vial to her.
“If you just rub a little bit of this on your temples, it might help the headache.” Piper answered.
Sure it’s not going to kill her, Peter Pan? Oasis had muttered underneath her breath.
“Why don’t you go back to your cage, where you belong?” Pan shot back, her eyes narrowed. “It was an accident, get over it.”
You nearly broke my arm and you went on and on as if you were some sort of child, you Pansy.
Piper narrowed her eyes slightly, before rolling them and fixing her attention back on Desa. “It’s not going to kill you.”