The Great Wyver

Gamora?

I too shall request a meme again.

"...But you live here. Surely you know anything? Anything at all? Oh, I'm not trained for this!" She nods slightly before whispeing something into her satchel.

"Uh... Oreo?" She whispered at the piece of bark in her satchel. "You have any tree-ish advice? I don't have any books on this!"

"...Oh. Well look. I haven't the mind to keep arguing, so if you'd please just keep your remarks to yourself until we've finished with our journey so that we can do whatever this is-" She gestured at the darkness. "-I would appreciate it. I promise if you want to kill me at the end, we could fight or something. I don't know."

She nodded before flying on.

"Eep. Not going first." She announced.

I strike a match and toss it into the cavern. (oh crap forgot to speak in third person. whatever)

"Hmm. Well, I suppose that something must be different on Scadrial. Otherwise, the screams you mention must not happen with the spikes. And this might be the wrong time, but..." She wrote stuff down in a nearby notebook.

"They...scream?" she seemed confused. "Ha-A friend explained that, while the Souls stay trapped, the Mind goes into the Beyond. They aren't completely sure, but it might explain why I do not hear any screams..." She seemed thoughtful now.

"Yea..." She clearly wanted the conversation to be over with.

"That's- oh, that's not what I meant! Look, I may have spikes, but I can promise you, I'm doing way better for the world than what a human could! Thousands of histories that wouldn't have been known if I didn't write them! I've even saved human lives, countless of them, out when I was exploring the world for my further-productive research for the world!" She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that you have to judge me for the two souls I didn't even kill myself! I'm sorry I have to be hated by a possible ally for things done hundreds of years ago!"

"Wha-look, I'm sorry, alright!? It wasn't my choice to be a mistwraith, and i know spiking people to death is bad, but beyond harboring dead souls, I've done nothing bad! Why, I've written hundreds of history books and science books for the good of the humans that do live! The respectful ones!" She glared at Mercyrose for a moment before turning back. "Judge me for my spikes all you want, but there are kandra who take more spikes and kill others! Every kandra has their spikes! But theres nothing we can do beyond kill ourselves to be fair, huh?"

Main character of his favorite book series, ORV. That he keeps trying to make everyone read.

fair enough Fair enough

Ooh ok A bit more reasonable then suicide

"Wha-soul thirster!? No! I-I didn't even get the spikes! KirChanna got them! B-besides, I wouldn't be here without-part of my duty-look, if I was really soul thirsty, I'd be spiking you right now! Which I'm not! Because I'm not soul-thirsty!"

"Wha-er, did I do something wrong?"

Her tail twitched. "Um... no. Definetely no?"

"Oh! Um, nice to meet you, Sarel!" She held out her hand for a handshake. "My name is Kjaras-Dor, but you can just call me Kaj!

"Oh? Um, are you the Sarel, or Trucking Deez?"

She sighed and put her palm to her forehead. "I swear, humans have no respect!"

"Who's Sarel? And, er, what's a trucking deez?"

Oh