Desert Sun

IT wouldn't take long for Ghislain to find a break in the monotony of the sands. Amidst those pale dunes, he would find something different. A streak of red across the sands. Blood. Surrounding a palce, white structure. Small. More like a small cabin than anything else. From a distance it might have been mistaken for wood or stone. But as one drew closer, the little thing was clearly made from bone. Smooth, flat and squared in a perfect cube save for the doorways held shut by large doors. Over 10 meters in height and width, the little spot seemed very out of place to say the least, especially with the mat of flesh and blood that made up the floor. Though that too was covered by a cracked, raised layer of bone with the red simply showing through .

It had taken some concentration to make grow properly, and within that little space Santa was already bored, slumped against the wall and folding her arms as she watched her 'Sister' do her thing. Stringing little threads of cracks in the air itself. Descorrer. The woman smiled to herself as she gently ran her nails through the air and slowly began to create thin, long, thread-like cracks in the air, distortions as she made short, thin little corridors from one spot within a small 5 meter radius to the other. Opening up holes into the same space, but in different directions. Slowly running off little threads from the cluster, and connecting more and more distant points, watching as the little pathways interacted with one another.

"I don't know how you can do that so much homie. It's been like, an hour." Santa complained grouchily, even as Ajora glanced toward the 'other' arrancar and smiled idly. Adoring that simple mindset, she could FEEL the discontent in the other woman. "Oh I know you're getting bored. Honestly you don't have to stay with me. Why don't you go find something more interesting to do for a while?" She ventured, though that only made Santa tense more.

"I'm not gonna just leave my sister all alone in a place like this. Just try and hurry." She murmured, stubbornly refusing before both women paused. The signature their Pesquisa had picked up was moving closer. It was coming their way.

"Should we go say Hi? It'll be a lot more fun than whatever you're doing." Santa pointed out hopefully, putting on a little smile, hopeful that Ajora would be interested enough to leave the little cube.

And yet, Ajora simply smiled warmly, reaching out and lightly poking the center of Santa's nose, making the taller woman cross her eyes before glancing in the direction of the signature. A calm smile shown. "Patience is a virtue. I'm sure if they want to say hello they will find us eventually." She assured Santa, glancing down to that little coljlection of tears in the air. Gently widening some of them, forming a geometric shape as she slowly widened them, testing to see how permissive the air was to her work. Her smile widening just a little more as she did. It was a simple test. To check the elasticity of the area. It was something she had surmised to do a long time ago, but had never gotten around to. And now she had thatg opportunity. To see if different areas on earth had greater or lesser malleability when it came to manipulating garganta. For now she was simply collecting information. But she surmised that areas with particularly high hollow traffic would have more malleable connections to the valley of screams.

Though she was almost done with her toying around. Her mind was now refocusing on this visitor. Intent on keeping a mental tab on them.

The sudden closing in did catch Santa's attention, the woman perking up and standing upright, an immediate smile on her face. SOMEONE STRONG! But Ajora waved a hand to the woman, keeping the little shack from reacting. Of course, the structure even from the outside was .....bizarre. And if Ghis looked closely, he would find that the shack itself, while some bits of bone were ON it, the actual structure itself was not constructed from them. Not bones. But BONE. Clean, flat, even bone, as if some massive creature had had their bones shaved down into clean lines and material. Aside from the few assorted bones on the surface, the entire thing seemed cleanly cut from the stuff. Even MORE bizarre, was that there was no peeking marrow on one of the ends. It was as if the bone had simply grown this way.

Alas, when that voice called out, and from so high up, Ajora finally turned away from the little cluster of rifts. And then the viscera vanished. The bone cabin, all of it suddenly would begin to shift. And if the Quincy up in the air was the sort of man who could sense the spiritual signatures, he would find something....bizarre. He would sense a spiritual signature, but the same one. And as that bone construct began to move, he would feel that signature from within it. As if this entire area, were a single individual. The Garden twisted, the bone structure curled open and then shifted. What had seemed to be the remains of humans, simply coiled and collected, sloughing together as the construct stood up, the segments of block-like bone on it's body shifting and unfolding into random chunks before finally it all vanished, dissolving. That Signature then shifting back into the pair within, though a faint .....buzz would be felt all around them. Radiating from them.

Santa almost instantly smiled, waving up to the strange man as Ajora simply relaxed behind her, watching him curiously as the taller woman spoke up. "Hi there! What brings you out here?" She asked, clearly eager to have someone to talk to and completely ignoring Ajora, who simply stood beside that little collection of descorrer slivers, letting Santa do the talking.

Santa was pleased when she got a responding wave from the man, even if it was rather hard to hear him. The distant echoes of his voice did make her frown just a little, concentrating in order to hear what it was he was saying. Why was he up there? And all the more, her own voice would barely reach up to such a height at that. "Why is he all the way up there? Should we head up there?" She asked, looking over her shoulder to her sister.

The woman in question couldn't help but just smile lightly, amused if nothing else at the situation, and Santa's own ignorance as to why a Quincy would want to stay far away from them. But she hardly minded the notion. Instead, she reached up, and gently allowed flesh to bloom from her palm. Brilliant muscle crawling out from her palm before unfolding in thin bony slates, feathers made from that pure white as the fleshy thing was formed. A Raven made from viscera. Plated in white bone. It promptly hopped off her palm and flew it's way up to the man, stopping a good 20 meters from him, it's voice rasping out to the man. "We're terribly sorry if our little.....shack cause you to be Wary. But by all means, you should come down. We have no intentions of harming you." The Raven would croak.

Ajora of course hardly expected him to come down. Come down closer? Perhaps, but other than that, they may just have to communicate via Raven. She allowed those little rifts to close up. "But by all means, if you wish to remain where you are, we can speak through the Bird instead." She assured him. After all, she didn't want to go trying to twist any arms.

Santa couldn't help but smile brightly, not even the tiniest reservation as she gave a little peace sign to the man as he descended. "Ah Hey there shawty! Welcome toooooooo, well alright the crib is gone. But hello!" She greeted him, promptly holding her hand out to receive a high five! Not even the tiniest regard for social norm or any implications contact would have. A simple woman to be sure. Almost immediately seeming to be considering the man friendly.

Something that amused Ajora, the woman smiling all the more calmly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore your question. We're simply here for some fresh air. And a bit of experimentation. I was simply curious to see how things were in an area without hollows or humans roaming around the place. Though I have to admit, I didn't expect anyone to be out here." She pointed out. That smile still ever present. As no doubt Ghislain would feel a sortof tingle. He wouldn't feel the spiritual pressure JUST from the two women. HE would feel it all around himself. Even up in the air, it would have been slightly around him. Saturating the area. As if the woman was everywhere at once.

Santa just scoffed. "Sis is always trying weird stuff. Probaby why she's always hiding around places. My name's Santa bye the way. Santa Estallar. This is my sister Ajora." She explained, folding her arms a little as she .....resisted the temptation to dip into more slang. "Sooooo, you were checking out a village. How come you came here?" She ventured, her head tilting.

Ajora raised a brow. "You seem a little .....lost." She pointed out.

Santa perked up a bit at that and let out a soft Pbtbtbbt noise, blowing a raspberry when she heard what it was that Ghis was doing out here. "Seems kinda ....weird for one of you guys to be doing. Why would you care about some random desert?" She asked with slightly furrowed brows, leaning to the side and shifting her weight a bit as she eyed the man. She didn't trust it, the reasoning definitely smelling a bit fishy for her. After all, weren't those research things like big operations in the movies?

Ajora couldn't help but chuckle just a little. "Forgive my sister. I must however admit I share her surprise that a place such as this would hold your interest." She noted with.... a thoughtful pause. She idly walked past Santa, approaching the man before stopping a short distance from him and tilting her head to the side. "I admit, when I first saw you walking through here. As I said before. You seemed lost, but not quite ....literally. You say that you've been prospecting the land here. Why is that exactly?" She inquired, gently folding her hands as she waited for the man's answer.