Lyamis’ eyes darted over the skies, still not use to the twilight scenery or how it bathed him in a crimson light. He noted the birds flirting past and skirting toward the orchard where he could scent his niece’s smell wafting among the flowers, fruits and other numerous plants the herbamancers grew there. He would some times past time by passively watching them since his duties were lessened thanks to the wall as it provided continual protection from the outside elements. The male naga again treated the next batch of Myrn’s question like before. His voice rapidly sounding off answers in her nearly breathless volley, her quill scratching away with the newly obtained information. He was mindful not let his tail tread too closely to her current position, recalling her reaction last time. Repeating it wasn’t a very desired thing. [color=fff79a]"Fascinating! Could you tell me more about your home?" [/color] “Why,? It’s no longer our home.” [color=fff79a]”What was it called, where was it at?” [/color] Mesa Gaan and within the deeper desert parts of Yarsomere. [color=fff79a]”Was it underground, or did you have settlements above ground as well?”[/color] “Our sleeping quarters were underground while we did normal, everyday activities on the surface.” [color=fff79a]”What about the diet of a naga? I've noticed it's primarily meat, do nagas have any vegetation to their diet?”[/color] “Vegetation tends to run through our digestive system quicker than meat, which sets in our bodies for up to a month. This allows us to go hunting only once every month, each naga divided into groups and designated key times to hunt and feed. Any more meat hunted between is often salted and preserved before selling to the brave merchants in the desert. Usually conducted by the crafters and watched over by the hunters.” [color=fff79a]“Do they practice animal husbandry, farming, anything like that?”[/color] “No point. Ravine provides most of what we need.” [color=fff79a] “What is their cuisine like?”[/color] “Depends on the demon. Most have a hot, sulfuric taste to their meat that requires specialized preparations to make edible, though it helps it’s Ravine demons since they are technically surface demons and less tough.” [color=fff79a] “Do naga practice any sort of smiting or crafting? Most naga do not seem to wear clothing, what do they do with leathers and hides from creatures?”[/color] “We create goods and tools from the items we don’t use, ensuring no part of the demon is wasted. In addition, some people pay us to capture or hunt specific creatures within the Ravine for their own uses.” [color=fff79a] “What do naga hunt the most in the Ravine?”[/color] “The Ravine is difficult to predict what will come to the surface or within, it was mostly Ravine Hounds. They seem to have a sac that allows them to prevent poisoning and very highly valued in large amounts.” [color=fff79a] “Have the naga ever warred against other civilizations in the past?”[/color] “No. We’ve always been separated from the other races for as long as any generation can remember. We never found it reasonable to want to any race, unless they became a repeated and endless threat to us, dead. That’s a key difference between us and the other races. Mainly because grudges or wars are caused by emotions.” [color=fff79a] “I know that right now they've been displaced due to the Yarosmere government, has something like this happened before?"[/color] “No.” [color=fff79a] “What is the daily life of a naga like?"[/color] “Depends on the naga. Casters are in charge of taking care of camp, crafting, and manual labor. Hunters are in charge of defending, hunting, scouting, order and watch.” [color=fff79a] “Is there a caste system or other form of government for the naga? You're lead by a matriarch, is it typical for leaders to be female, or is it by merit?"[/color] “As said, earlier, there’s two castes. Crafter and Hunter. And yes, all naga are lead by at least one matriarch who was once a hunter and chosen for a successor by the prior one. They are called Tyros which often were chosen from the Hunter caste by the matriarch.” [color=fff79a] “And what will the naga do now?"[/color] “Resettle at first then it’s up to the matriarch to determine.” [color=fff79a] “Will you still maintain relations with the college?"[/color] “I don’t know.” Lyamis admitted. He, himself, personally would’ve liked to keep in contact with the College, which allowed him to keep tabs on Mar and even to some extent, Lyn. The hybrid had been the source of tension between most of the naga since her discovery, a fact he found rather unsettling and worried might tear his clan apart. The matriarch said such diversity was expected but he wasn’t sure it should’ve been tolerated as they drew near to Amaryllis. Her weathered figure hunched over her woven basket, crudely made compared to the crafters they have lost, and hung loosely at her thin arm. She looked like she would die any day now. A matter that worried the male indefinitely because he knew not everyone will follow him when the matriarch died. He leaned over and hissed quietly to Myrn. “Behave yourself and don’t pepper the Matriarch with your numerous questions.”