"Which Part of 'We Are Here to Help'?"
The group trudged onward through the desolate landscape, their unease growing with every step. Despite lowering their crossbows, the humans still cast wary glances at Spotty and Ila, as if expecting some sudden betrayal. The tension in the air was almost palpable, and finally, Spotty let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her patience.
Spotty’s Perspective
Spotty stopped walking, her crystalline blue eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to face the humans. Her golden hair shifted slightly in the faint breeze, framing a face that was a mix of exasperation and restrained calm. Gods, they’re scared out of their minds, but seriously—how thick can you be?
With a deep breath, she spoke, her voice steady but tinged with irritation. “Which part of ‘we are here to help,’” she began, her tone deliberate and firm, “you attacked us unprovoked, and we could have killed you anytime we wanted and yet haven’t even touched you, do you have trouble understanding?”
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, her crystalline gaze sweeping over the group. Do I have to spell it out even more clearly? What part of ‘not a threat’ is so hard for them to grasp?
Ila’s Perspective
Ila folded her arms across her chest, her amber eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and annoyance. There she goes, laying it all out for them. Not that they don’t deserve it.
She smirked slightly as she watched the humans fidget under Spotty’s piercing gaze. “Diplomatic as always,” Ila quipped softly, though her voice carried a hint of affection. But honestly, they need to hear it. Maybe now they’ll stop acting like frightened rabbits.
Her thoughts shifted as she glanced at the humans’ trembling hands. They’re not just scared—they’re desperate. That’s why they’re acting like this. She softened slightly, though she didn’t intervene. Spotty’s directness would either shake them into understanding—or scare them even more.
The Humans’ Perspective
The wiry leader stiffened at Spotty’s words, his grip tightening on his crossbow despite its lowered position. Her crystalline blue eyes bore into him, and he felt as if she could see every thought racing through his mind. She’s right. We attacked them. But how could we have known they weren’t another threat?
He swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “We didn’t know what you were,” he said, his voice trembling slightly but growing steadier. “You showed up out of nowhere, and we’ve been fighting for our lives for years. Can you blame us for being cautious?”
The older woman next to him nodded, though her hands still trembled. They’re powerful, maybe even beyond our comprehension. But if they wanted us dead, we’d already be gone.
One of the younger men muttered, “She’s right. They haven’t hurt us. Maybe we should just trust them.”
The leader shot him a sharp look, though his own doubts were beginning to waver. Trust them? How can we? But… they haven’t done anything to harm us. Maybe—just maybe—they’re telling the truth.