"You wanted to et ?" Zhya took a seat opposite Wally. "Why?"
"What do you an, why?" Wally argued, "We’re siblings."
"Maybe for you, I might be one." Zhya grabbed the nearby jug of tea, poured a glass for herself and took a sip, comnting upon the taste, "Where did you learn this from?"
"Inala taught the recipe." Wally said, "I like this taste the best, so I..."
"I created it," Zhya comnted, took a few more sips and pushed the cup aside. She eyed Wally and asked, "So, what do you seek from ?"
"There are so things," Wally nodded, "But we’ll get to it later."
He revealed a casual smile, "I want to talk to you first."
"Talk?" For absolutely no reason at all, seeing Wally’s casual smile caused her irritation to spike up, "You think I don’t have responsibilities or what? Find soone else to chat with you."
"Oh, co on." Wally grumbled upon seeing Zhya get up and turn around to leave, "Don’t be a drama queen."
Zhya spun around to glare at Wally, causing the latter to change his wording, "Or drama king, whichever works your way."
’I want to beat him up!’ Zhya thought, snorted once and began to leave.
"You know, sister..." Wally slowly spoke as he twirled an empty teacup around his index finger. Faint ripples ford on the pond, rging and rippling further to cause small geysers that reached a few centitres in height, "If you don’t have the ti to spend talking to , I can ensure you’ll grasp for so soon."
"Are you threatening ?" Zhya growled and almost released her presence.
"It’ll only be a threat if I co here representing the Cooter Clan, and not myself," Wally said cooly. However, his stance was clear. He would make a threat if need be.
"The Quip Clan has more than enough strength to destroy the Cooter Clan three tis over." Zhya snorted, "Even if you wanted to, you cannot threaten us."
"Hahaha!" Wally burst out laughing, "That’s pretty funny, sis."
"Don’t call that!" Zhya roared, "You’re my replacent! We never were and never are ant to be siblings."
"See," Wally smiled, "Now you’re actually talking. Why don’t you let go of all the other identities for a few minutes and just engage in an honest conversation with ."
"Darn, you’re annoying." Zhya slumped on her chair and glared at Wally, "So, what does the all so mighty replacent want to talk about?"
"I am not your replacent," Wally frowned, "I never was."
"Our parents...they...." Wally said with a sombre tone, "They were desperate and sought hope. And with their condition, stress is extrely life-threatening."
"I wasn’t dead!" Zhya snapped and shattered the table between them, "I had rely lost my Spirit Container back then. Instead of trying to find a solution, which actually wasn’t that hard, since I managed it pretty quickly, they went..."
Zhya clutched her neck and acted like she was choking, shouting dramatically, "Oh, pity us, what can we doooooo! We can only create a replacent for our sonnnn!"
"They never thought like that!" Wally cursed in anger.
"If they didn’t, they could have co visited ." Zhya raised her voice, "Instead, you know what they did? They sent an Information Slip that I was no longer needed, and that they have a new Perfect Snapper to lead the Cooter Clan into a glorious future."
"Glorious future, my ass." Zhya snorted, "They simply got on Brangara’s nerves, and once he beca the Celestial Boar, he ca for lunch."
"You know..." Zhya said, as her tone turned into a mild sob, "Brangara helped regain my Spirit Container. He was even willing to shoulder the bla of killing from the Cooter Clan just because I promised to challenge him in the future."
"He wasn’t an unreasonable guy. I had plenty of opportunities to interact with him in the Brimgan Empire." Zhya continued, "If you guys simply tried to think of a solution, you could have prevented the Dralh Sea’s branch from getting wiped out."
"There was no solution," Wally retorted, "If there was one, I would have desperately sought that. But no, we didn’t even have ti to prepare ourselves. He ca, he attacked, and then he started munching on our brethren."
"That’s what you should have offered." Zhya snorted, "You should have promised you’ll supply limbs of the Empyrean Snappers for Brangara’s consumption, as long as he refrains from killing you guys. That way, he would have his fill and left the place."
"Sure, it would have been humiliating for your guys, but no Empyrean Snapper would have died that day." Zhya said, "Brangara rarely deals with others, but he has enough pride to not go back on a deal."
"Sister..." Wally smiled as he made eye contact with Zhya, "You should shut up if you don’t know what you’re talking about."
"I guess it was my fault to expect you to retain your grace as a Deity, even if you’ve beco part of another race." Wally sighed in disappointnt as he got up and turned around to leave, comnting as he landed on the pond, "You’re rely a filthy rchant now."
"I guess, to make a profit, you can go to any extent, even cuddling your absolute enemy..." Wally hadn’t finished his statent when a shockwave slamd into him. It stopped a few tres away from him and dispersed.
"A filthy rchant?" Zhya roared, "I offered a solution. But fine, if death is what you prefer over your brethren’s survival, go ahead and die for all I care."
"Pride is important, sister." Wally said, mildly calming down, "Oftentis, pride clouds us from certain solutions. And on Sumatra, survival is given priority."
"But you see," Wally smiled wryly, "We are Deities. We represent the pinnacle of Sumatra where we no longer have to worry about survival but can instead thrive. That is who we are,"
He patted his chest, "Whether good or bad, we represent hope for all Pranic Beast races, to look up and strive towards the goal of one day becoming Deities like us."
"That is why we fight." He argued, "Whether we are an Empyrean Tusk or an Empyrean Snapper, we fight with a certain level of dignity, even if that thod isn’t the best for the situation and could even get us killed."
"If even peak existences have to slither about in fear, then no Pranic Beast would ever hope to grow stronger."
"No matter what you are, under the Mystic Grade, you are not worth it." Zhya got up and walked away, "I didn’t co here to futilely argue with you. If you need sothing, contact soone else from the Quip Clan. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy anything from our catalogue."
"Brangara did lose quite a few bodies to Gold Grade existences." Wally comnted a few seconds later.
"So what?" Zhya snorted without stopping, "He rely underestimated in these instances. If he truly were giving his all, he wouldn’t have lost a single body..."
"Maybe in the past he did, but when he fought us in the Dralh Sea," Wally shook his head, "He wasn’t underestimating us. He even ca completely prepared to face us."
"Anyway, I understand we cannot see eye to eye. We have different priorities." Wally shrugged in annoyance and then changed topics, "Let’s just get on with what I ca here for."
"I need the Quip Clan to find so things."
"My subordinate will comply with your wishes." Zhya said and walked out of the pond.
"Too bad," Wally sighed as he played around with a teacup, ’You are indeed my sister. Even though we have never t before this, I can easily recognise it.’
’You lie just like .’ His eyes turned a tad moist in response. He groaned and slumped on his chair, dangling to and fro like a pendulum. ’You didn’t want to gain any leverage over the Quip Clan and hence, you put on a show of emotional outburst and used that chance to storm out. Your acting was perfect. Anyone else would have been fooled.’
"However, it’s like looking at a mirror." That was how Wally saw through Zhya’s ploy. He then raised his voice a tad to ask the Zinger Guard sent to communicate with him for business, "What’s your na?"
"Ronzar," The Zinger Guard stated respectfully.
"Do you know who your leader is to ?" Wally asked.
"I am aware." Ronzar nodded.
"Then," Wally asked, expressing a hypothetical situation, "If I were to kill you, will Zhya return to face ?"
"No, she won’t." Ronzar shook his head, "Our Leader has to manage the entire Quip Clan’s affairs. She won’t take action unless there is an absolute necessity."
"Then, think of this," Wally asked next, "What if I specifically target and kill the Gold Grade Quip Clansn? How many do you think I have to take out before she decides to seriously co after ?"
"I am pretty sure you’re aware of our Zinger Prince’s State of Harmony." Ronzar said casually, "Based on what our terrified Zinger Aristocrats had to say about their conversation with you, I can say you are pretty knowledgeable about the Quip Clan."
"Seeing as you can even manipulate sound to unleash a Zinger Shriek, the Quip Clan cannot keep any secrets from you unless we encrypt all our ssages," Ronzar spoke as he used a Honing Satellite to create a table out of pond water.
"Did you figure it out? Or did my sister tell you?" Wally asked in interest.
"I found traces of your presence in the Quip Towers. From there, I figured out the rest." Ronzar nodded, "As a Zinger Guard, I am sensitive to everything regarding our Quip Towers."
"Man, you must be pretty high up in the Quip Clan’s chain of command if you are this capable," Wally said and motioned for Ronzar to take a seat.
"I am second in line among the Zinger Guards," Ronzar took his seat and asked, "Now, can I know what you wish to purchase from the Quip Clan?"
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