[Tirñea]
Tirñea silently fumed over this 'sage' and his arrogance. He spoke of spirits too, perhaps real ones, but in a sense Sierpe was a spirit too. Her people both feared and revered the beasts, and most believed they were the souls of the desert; massive, hostile, and all consuming. Tirñea had been the first ever to see one as they truly were, an animal like any other and not a thing of mere legend.
The sage had begun beaming this unnervingly pleasant smile, and Tirñea returned his look with a stare that sought to burn straight through his squinted eyelids. Further he imposed his self importance, insisting that he 'take care of' Sierpe when the wurm was at least 20 feet underground. Then he began to chant, and a twinge of unease ran down her spine.
It took her a moment, but she soon realized that the sensation was not her own, but Sierpe's. Something was bothering him, and as Sage's chanting went on, so did Sierpe's irritation. As the sage sung his climax, it seemed Sierpe's patience had ran out, turning all that coiled up tension into a wash of distress.
<Sage>@Rabidporcupine
As you'd begun to amass your collection of roots, the unseen creature bellow had gone from stationary to slow moving. As the roots dug deeper, so did the creature in an attempt to avoid them, but the roots were soon upon it like a cage, and able to strike upon your command. The moment they begin to close in however, the creature goes from the pace of a crawl, to a panicked escape. The roots worked quickly to constrain it but could find nowhere to hold it by, and the beast urgently squirmed free by breaking through any remaining roots. You'd scared it, but with it on the move now it was unknown precisely where it was.
"Stop what you are doing that!" Tirñea snapped, her accent thick under the pressure of her frustration. As if done by her words, the earth trembled, harshly and in a rolling wave which slowly moved towards the surface. Realizing what was happening, Tirñea grabbed hold of her own staff and began swinging at the ground around her. Once in front, twice more behind herself as the three points of a triangle. Then, raising it upright she stamped the ground twice, and focused on the command in an attempt influence Sierpe's own thoughts.
The wurm understood the command, but only barely, and the consequences of this became immediately apparent about 15 feet across the road. Noisily the earth rumbled, and a section of street swelled as Sierpe drew close to the surface. He had listened and didn't break the surface thankfully, but swerving to tunnel directly under the street wasn't much better. Like a wave, the swelled mound of earth traveled about 20 feet, twisting and crashing into a storefront, ruining it's display of what appeared to be wigs, or perhaps mops. People screamed and panicked, rushing away from the scene while Order officials began appearing from seemingly all sides. Then finally did Sierpe go further underground, and as his body finished passing under the street it collapsed behind him creating a large, 'J' shaped gouge of a sink hole. It all had happened far enough away from them that most people hadn't made the connection as to who'd been responsible if anyone, but it had been an unbelievably close call.
"You, need to stop," Tirñea spat towards Sage, taking a step forward and stamping her staff down on the ground. "My creature is my spirit, and he not likes your singing," she begrudgingly explained, gritting her teeth as she did so. Her mood soured, Tirñea turned back to face Veronica in hopes that she wouldn't be somehow upset. She gave a weak smile before turning her eyes away nervously, beginning to walk down the road and away from the growing crowd that the sink hole was now attracting.
"We should go from here. Maybe there is butcher somewhere else," Tirñea said over her shoulder, and as she walked once again began swinging her staff. First, three times around herself, then stamping it 3 times, followed by her continued overly forceful use of the staff as she walked.
