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As one of the Queen's top spies, Nairne often went against her better judgement in order to delve into the realms of those she despised most. To act as one of them, and even take minor roles in some of their plots if it would get her nearer to important knowledge. If it had not been for Nairne's loyalty to the Queen, she may have taken the blood of the Kirintor into her own paws.
Slowly, the shadow-melded Dysiniu began to creep down the wall, inky form clinging to the worn stone as effortless as a fly. Only pausing a moment at the bottom she coiled her muscles then left off, reverting to her more solid draconic form, but maintaining her as clear as air essence for the time being. Even if she could not deal with the Kirintor directly, she could still make an honest attempt to find how to defeat their purpose. The knowledge may prove invaluable later. "Attempting to hide from someone?" a voice purred at her and she froze, one foreleg raised. Only her ears were in motion, flicking back and forth as she decided whether to respond. Then she saw the speaker: not the Kirintor Priestess, Casandrias'Noctirni, but Terohon's pet Draclin necromancer. Danaus Sarelle. Nairne's lips drew back in a hiss even as she allowed the her body to regain its semitranslucent shadowy appearance. The small grey dragon was grinning up at her in a smug way; given his current form it was probably her scent that had given her prescence away. Silently she cursed the fact that she was still a dragon, and not truly a wraith as they had no scent. Ever since she had come into Terohon's service--for she did aid him, she had to in order to keep her cover--the Draclin had seemed interested. Part Dysiniu for his golden eyes and shadow realm abilities or not, she he was only one fourth her height and had he been larger that still would have done nothing to make her enjoy his prescence in the least. He was a mockery of both sides of his heritage, a powerhungry individual who allied himself with the king of the Underworld. "Do you not have better individuals to harass than me?" Nairne snorted at the relatively tiny grey. "Like poisoning water supplies and dropping the dead in laps of the unsuspecting?" Danaus actually looked hurt, somehow, grey ears dropping just slightly. "Actually, I only came to find you because the Lord wishes words about something of importance. I hope you don't think I'm actually trying to annoy you, Nairne." Though she was sorely tempted to give a snark of, "Sure you aren't, you deceitful lech. I suppose that makes everything else I've heard of you total and complete lies?" Nairne held her tongue, instead saying, "Then perhaps you should keep a greater distance between us during the summer, hm Danaus?" It wasn't what she had wished to say, but it was just venomous enough to satisfy her for the moment. Showing her honor might have hurt her in her mission. Being nasty to the ill-conceived shadow mage probably wouldn't given the circumstances. At her words, Danaus's ears actually went back flat against his skull and he drew his lips with a soft snarly; but he did not respond to her words. Rather he replied simply, "The Lord wishes to see you, Nairne. It would be wise not to keep him waiting." Nairne turned away with a flick of her long tail, back to the much smaller dragon. "And I think it would do for you to find a sense of honor, rather than besmirching all of your ancestors," she muttered to herself in the Dysniu's native dialect. "What is that, Nairne?" the necromancer asked, once again regaining his aloof state. "Something you'd like to share?" "Not in particular," she answered honestly, not even bothering to look back at the shifter as she continued on towards the inner part of the ruins, plain lizardlike tail swinging back and forth with a state of ease about it and her posture both. "Why? Are you really that curious as to what I have to say? You really seem much more interested in trailing behind me. I assure you, there's nothing there for you to see. You should know that." Finally at her words he snarled and Nairne noted to herself that her mission in such was accomplished for the day. As long as she had to be near him, she would figuratively poke him. That was, unless he stopped stalking her tail; it was not something she was about to tolerate.
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