Field Trip to Mt. Yasuo: Day 1 ? Part 2 - Goddess Fall

(Ambience: Hero Memories ? Collaboration of Really Slow Motion and Epic Soul Factory)

10:30 A.M. ? 12:00 Noon

Something wet and cold drizzled over Ammy?s muzzle waking her from a vivid dream of floating among a sea of Twibbles trying to eat her hair thinking it was some life giving form of Twizzler. Thunder clapped above her head somewhere as lightning illuminated her eyelids with vibrant reds and purples. She opened golden eyes and saw the faint light of day filtered through a soggy forest canopy as rain poured down upon her and soaking into the rips and tears found in her flight suit. She could just see the tattered remnants of her green glider from her prone position on her bruised belly. Among the green material and snapped carbon fiber struts lay bent aluminum rods and the massive, lifeless paw of a Wyvern in front of her. She began to stir and move as she remembered with a sickening clarity that the Wyvern was a giant weight bearing down on top of her before the ground and blackness had met her. Relief came to her mind when no massive weight was found pinning her to the ground and that her body sang in full high definition pain.

With a small grunt of effort, she pushed out of the makings of mud, spitting out bits or grass and dirt caught in her teeth, a tooth was lost somewhere in the expulsion. Something felt like it bit through her right leg and she let out a small scream of pain as she rolled onto her back ready to kick in self defense. She found no attacker as she fell back to ground, her safety buckles snapped apart properly to release her from the wreckage of the pack and glider as she fell back to rest in the mud for the span of five breaths. She needed to assess what was wrong with her leg and she dug into her fortitude to sit up with effort. Her golden eyes stared down at one broken leg, the jagged creamy white shards of her tibia and fibula jutted out of her right pant leg looking surreal against the dark gray flight suit.

She tried to get a better look at her broken leg and felt something hard smack into her bruised chest. A glance told her that she was still wearing her white EYE Com and she quickly placed it over her right ear again hoping to call for help. Her hopes were high seeing the device boot up and still functional but her heart sunk as she saw there was no service where she was. That sent a chill deep into her that made her bruised body ache worse. No access to the Magic Net meant she had no access to magical energy waves at all. All other functions of the device were offline as well except for the record feature. She hit record on the EYE com to capture anything she could, making her field trip one of possibly being a rescue and survival mission. She began unbuckling the remnants of the packs harness from her torso and assessed any further injuries as being a collection of bruises and scrapes, painful but far from life threatening.

Each movement she made jarred her leg sending waves of pain and nausea up into her belly threatening to drive out her last meal and take her back into a deep darkness. Darkness didn?t sound all that bad except that she knew bleeding out was no fun and help was not going to come for a while if any. She was roughly 100 miles north from Rhy?Din City putting her about 50 miles from the nearest main trade road and about 120 or so miles from Den City or Fang Wood City. Worse the tracking bead for a GPS unit implanted in her shoulder would be offline now due to the effects of the Barrier Zone Mt. Yasuo had. She looked up at the rain and couldn?t tell how long it?d last. Her flight suit was water resistant, though slashed up some. She?d be soaked in a few more hours giving her another danger to deal with, hypothermia.

Ammy didn?t give up complete hope on trying her magic. She would work on using a healing spell for her leg. Maybe her EYE com just took a hard hit and cracked the Ethereal Net crystal inside cutting off the magical energy encoding matrices. ?Setum Regem Malak.? she chanted, her hands placed on either side of the jutting bones. Her hands glowed faintly of yellow sunlight for a moment as the spell began take hold, soaking into the bones. The spell then failed utterly and reversed as something ancient and powerful took hold of the spell and twisted it, making her leg ache and throb harder. Ammy screamed more as a Magic Reversal Barrier made the broken bones shatter more giving her first hand proof that an Anti-Magical Field in Mt. Yasuo did have reversal properties for spells actively cast. She fell back into the thickening mud, panting harder then heard something that made her blood turn cold. Howls were echoing through the woods; dire wolf howls followed by the far off roars of a few more Wyverns and the snaps and hisses of something unknown echoed in the rain filled forests. She was not alone out here and to remain vulnerable and weak would be her death.

Ammy looked up at the rain clouds through the large gash the Wyvern?s body tore through the forest?s canopy. She gauged the light coming through was about midday. Her Eye com showed nothing for time, that function just static and gibberish. Had she not been in the Barrier Zone she could feel the sun and know exactly its position in relation to Rhy?Din?s orbit, but that was the issue. She needed to move. With a grunt of more effort, she sat up again and took several breaths against the pain. Ammy twisted at her waist and pulled the large pack over with a grunt of effort as the remnants of the glider dug into the mud. She dug out her modest first aid kit and a bottle of water then found some pain killers and antibiotics and took them. She then pulled out a well made survival knife. It wasn?t very large and didn?t seem much if she was going to have to fight with a broken leg and no magic. She was fucked. She checked further in the pack and found the small .38 caliber 5-shot revolver she packed still in good working order in its holster with a small box of ammo. She quickly loaded the revolver and strapped it to her left thigh.

Ammy then dug around for a small tool kit she kept for the glider and took out the simple crescent wrench and some pliers. She took apart two of the aluminum rods not bent from the glider. Using her knife she quickly went to work making strips out of the nearest hanging swath of green fabric of the glider. The materials for her splint prepared she steadied herself, recalling her nursing training from the space station. This next part was going to hurt like hell. Firmly she held onto her ankle with one hand, and then she pushed out with a quick motion using her other hand to guide the broken fragments into proper place. She screamed and sobbed more as she set her broken leg to the best of her ability. Pain fired through every cut and severed nerve and she woke a few minutes later with mud caked into her muzzle from where she?d landed face down from passing out.

Pushing herself out of the mud and panting hard, Ammy reminded herself that she was on the menu out here. She made quick work splitting the material of her right pant leg and got the open wound cleaned and dressed as best as she could before the splint was applied and firmly secured. Shoving the crescent wrench and pliers into a pocket she looked to the Wyvern?s still, massive form and worked with some effort to pull herself towards it. Once she reached the body of the beast she hauled herself up to stand using its scales as handholds placing weight on her good left leg. Once upright, Ammy slid along the beast?s massive side to the wrecked struts of the glider. She spied one of the carbon fiber support struts was still in reasonable shape and began to unbolt it from the glider. In a few seconds she had a serviceable carbon fiber haft to make a spear with.

She had to tip her spear somehow and she was reluctant to give up her knife to commit to something with more reach and left open at close quarters. Ammy moved over to the Wyvern remembering well that they had a perfect arsenal in their muzzles and removing teeth from the jaws would damage her knife less than going for talons encased in tough hide and scale. She found the Wyvern?s jaws closed shut from its impact with the ground and she groaned. This was going to take some work and her leg throbbed more at the thought. Gritting her teeth, she took her make shift haft and jammed it hard between the lip folds of the Wyvern?s mouth. She pulled down as hard as her Lupinossai strength and scant 150 pound frame could bear on the beast?s jaws. A wet cracking pop was heard and her haft went slack spilling her to the ground as the lower jaw broke, the scaly flesh tore from within and splashed her with Wyvern blood.

She wrinkled her nose as the smell of the blood washed over her, trying to gag her and drag her down into the vast boulevards of war she?d been through; phantoms of those she?d slain in her many lives clawing at her mind to drag her off into the red mists wild madness. Her eyes went a shade of white as she focused with effort to shut out that call to bloodlust, the natural humming and thirst in a Lupinossai?s body to attack and kill when the smell of blood is thick in the air. A red rage won?t help her with an unknown number of enemies coming for her. She felt she was in a bit more vibrant world coming so close to losing control. A shake of her head, her golden eyes returned slightly leaving white rings around her irises. Ammy returned to her grisly task to extract fangs from the Wyvern and worked on exploiting the broken jaw, wriggling inside of the maw as far as her leg allowed. The maw of the Wyvern stunk like two week old dead fish and a few bloated cadavers forcing her to pull out of the grizzly cave a moment for some air. She really needed those fangs though. Her ears flicked back and forth catching the sounds of the howls. They weren?t closing in yet so her presence must not have been a priority to whatever was hunting at the moment.

A silent snarl of disgust and Ammy dove slowly back into the bloody maw and began digging out and cutting away as many fangs as she could from the beast. She?d managed to hack out three of the canine fangs and about ten of the smaller biting/impaling teeth before her leg sent her into a pained retreat. She took her bloody treasures stuffed into her flight suit pockets back to where the large pack was, limping and leaning heavy on that makeshift haft.

She eased back down to sit in the mud, her splint kept out of the mud as best as possible and she began removing parts of the large pack to reveal the smaller hiking pack that she?d packed with all of her instruments and survival gear for camping out. A spool of high tensile wire was pulled out and set about fastening the three large canine fangs from the Wyvern to make a crude Halberd like spear. As she worked, her mind tried to dig deep into the basics of her alchemy training. She had a Wyvern here for crude reagents but not much else to work with without a laboratory to break it down and refine; however the blood would be useful and some of the smaller scales. All she needed was some crushed flint or powdered granite and she would have the bio-equivalent of liquid gunpowder charge using those reagents. She finished her spear and was contemplating fashioning a bow out of a slightly bent aluminum support rod when she heard a tree crack and break in the distance.

Ammy placed her preparations on hold, stuffed the remaining fangs into her pack and slid the pack onto her back then took up her makeshift halberd. She limped back over to the Wyvern?s body and stayed behind the head of the dead beast as she looked out into the rain cloaked forest. Something large shuffled in the rain, the shadowy mass was like an ogre though the weak sunlight gave glints of putrid gray scales on the body. Her white ringed golden eyes narrowed a bit wondering if her crash had attracted an ogre of some sort. A deer screamed from the brush, spooked by the beast and she caught sight of vibrant orange eyes glare at their target and she swallowed hard fearing she was doomed. A Basilgren was here. Yet, she didn?t feel her body turn to stone nor did the deer petrify, instead it was caught by a swiping hand of the beast and sent into a tree with a sickening wet crunch. Ammy pulled back to hide a bit as the Basilgren lumbered to its prey, a cobra like head the last thing she saw darting forward to tear into the deer.

She clung to her spear as she listened to the beast feed. She dredged up all that she could remember from nights spent haunting the Bristle Crios libraries. She gave a small, pained grunt. The books there kept her company way to often than most living beings. Perhaps it was because books didn?t judge a person like most of the world did with her. She snapped out of her rabbit trail of thought to her current dilemma of big, living nasty out there. A Basilgren was once thought a mythical beast wrought by an evil ancient goddess that hated anything more beautiful than her. The goddesses? name was struck out and erased, a way to punish her forever from being adored and idolized by the other gods in the varied pantheons. In response to this punishment she?d made various creatures to forever freeze her hated enemies in their ugliness forever. The Basilisk being one said creature another was the Basilgren. Unlike the serpent Basilisk, Basilgren?s only possessed the head and neck of the serpent like beast and those same damn petrifying eyes. The rest of the body was ogre in nature and covered in petrified Basilisk scale making Basilgrens hard to penetrate and they regenerated rapidly making the beasts downright nasty to fight. Yet this one, being in the Barrier Zone couldn?t petrify prey, leaving it open to normal attacks and not having to avert ones gaze. Not to mention, the Basilgren, if she combined several parts of it with the Wyvern blood and scales, would give her a few much needed alchemical field kit items.

?So, Ammy girl, how are you going to the kill the beasty then? Not exactly one hundred percent yourself and you have no spells or powers. Should be fun right?? She said to no one in particular. ?I don?t know. I think you can take it. Just find a weak spot and hit it for massive damage.? She felt like she heard someone reply to her. A glimpse of something from the corner of her eyes caught the faded view of something, a younger her maybe, in the days long ago wash away in the pouring rain. Ammy smirked a bit. ?Indeed, younger me.?

She heard the heavy footsteps of the Basilgren approaching the Wyvern and she froze in place for a few heart beats as the cobra like head crested over the scaled rib cage of the Wyvern. She was not spotted yet and the height of the creature put the delicate eyes out of reach of her Halberd. She chewed on the thought of testing Wyvern fang against petrified Basilisk scale but if her Halberd broke then she was screwed. The Basilgren began to tear into the softer scaled chest of the Wyvern seeking out the seared smell of the cooked heart, the wickedly sharp and yellow claws on its hands shredding scale and hide with ease. Ammy noticed as the beast dug into its meal that the armpits of the Basilgren were lacking of scale and just tough hide. Hide that she was sure a Wyvern fang could puncture.

With her scent masked by the awful stench of the Wyvern?s maw and its blood, Ammy slid along the neck to get at a better angle at the exposed underarm and slowly took up her Halberd. She had one shot at this and even then, it was no guarantee to be a quick kill. Lifting the Halberd up to rest on the scaled neck as a guided and brace she took a steady breath and began to chant very softly words from a life long ago.

?Spirits of the wild guide my hand in your courts . . .? With fluid motion and grace she stood and began to extend her Halberd with a straight thrust for the exposed underarm of the Basilgren. ?. . . for my hand knows not what it does . . .? The Wyvern fang struck true, piercing the hide of the Basilgren like parchment severing nerve clusters, arteries, striking into lung and then heart. The beast let out a ghastly hiss twisted away, swiping down at where it had been bitten from. Ammy clung to her Halberd, body slamming into the Wyvern, pulling the Halberd free of the Basilgren and she slid to the mud just in time to watch five cruel yellow nails shave through the scales and hide she?d been up against. ?. . . and what it does is often the death of your wild temples.? She watched the Basilgren hiss and thrash about more as it?s body went into a pain fueled rage, its black blood pumping out into the rain slick mud and grass causing a crude cement to form where ever the ebony droplets fell.

It saw Ammy and she noticed her danger, she frantically pulled herself along the Wyvern?s neck for the gaping slit in its jaw and neck she?d made earlier. She was willing to take the stinking hell over being smashed to death by the dying creature. Her only saving grace was the mortal wound she inflicted on the Basilgren slowed its pursuit, allowing her to squirm and move into the maw of the Wyvern. She wiggled and wedged herself painfully into the throat putting as much skull and scale between her and the beast she could. She felt the head rock and the heard the skull crack and creak as the Basilgren tried to batter its way into the hiding hole of the little thing that dared injure it so. Ammy refused to budge or move, to leave was death to her. She only had her knife and revolver now, the Halberd was left in the mud outside. She would retrieve it once the beast was dead. It could only last so long she hoped for she was betting that if she couldn?t regenerate, neither could it. Soon the battering of the head ceased and so did the hissing. A heavy wet thump was felt against the dead Wyvern and all was silent and still again.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity in a rotting cocoon before worming her way out of the dead Wyverns jaw. She took in a few deep breaths of rain scrubbed air, the cold shower beating upon her back and head as the storm continued. Lighting lit the sky once more and she heard the howling echoing again. With two large beasts now dead in the crash site and the noise, something deep in her told her that now was a good time to circle in and hunt for anything injured. She moved as quickly as she could and retrieved her Halberd and fetched a few of the aluminum rods that were salvageable from the glider, placing them in her pack. She?d pulled out several glass vials and had bled the Wyvern and Basilgren where she could. Scales from each of them took effort and a beating from a now bent and mangled crescent wrench to dislodge. She packed those away into her pack. The fangs on the Basilgren she avoided. The things were too poisonous to deal with in this situation to risk harming herself by one small mistake. The eyes though, Ammy carefully removed the Basilgren eyes with her knife, wrapped them in gauze and placed them in two sealed bags full of saline. They were useless now, but if she ever got home, they may be worth something.

She?d have to wait to make a bow or any other provisions. She needed a fire, shelter and rest. Her leg throbbed more; the dressing would need changing, the leg elevated and more pain meds and antibiotics taken. Using her Halberd as a staff, Ammy left the crash site of the glider, calling to mind that every path heading up the mountains lead to the village of Jenli and that is where she?d wanted to go. She?d find help and care there. Perhaps her magic would return there too. Who knew? For now, she limped through the soggy, muddy wilderness searching for the nearest trail to follow. The howling drawing closer and closer the more she walked. She was being tracked by a hunting pack.

Day 1

At home, during the initial day of Ammy's trip, the troublesome call was received to the phone, but the phone was left at the house with no one to answer it, except for a snooping young woman that was too curious for her own good. Amaia would've walked into the kitchen noticing her mother's phone left on the counter was ringing. By the time she reached the phone to pick it up it stopped ringing and said it had one message.

Amaia would decide to open up the message on the phone and listen. She heard what seemed like something normal going on and soon turning into what sounded like trouble, but sounded like maybe things were okay. So, once the message was done she'd walk into the living room, set it on an end-table beside the couch and plopped down onto the cushions. She'd grab the remote and turned on the TV to watch for a little while. She didn't know who Ammy Spiritor really was, just that it was her mom's mate, but it sounded like things would've been fine. She heard the lady was a god after all, so what could go wrong?


It wasn't until an hour or two later the phone was ringing again with another name on it saying "Marilla Takitia." AMaia didn't know who the hell that was either, but it seemed her mom was quite famous today, so she decided to pick up the phone and answer it. "Yo, this is Amaia. Bunny-maid's daughter. Who's calling?" she said in a rather carefree tone.

"Who? What? Nevermind, where is Mirius? I need to talk to her. This is a big emergency."

Amaia would pause a moment and then turned down the volume on the TV and sat up some. "Mom's out shopping with the kids, getting them clothes and other stuff. Just me around the house, really. Something going on?" she asked.

Marilla sighed, "Okay, uhm... Ammy's in trouble right now. Big trouble. Really need some help in making sure she's safe. I was hoping to pick Mirius up feeling she'd need to know."

Amaia thought about the situation a moment. Someone was in trouble, and they were family, and could've really used someone's help. it could be another opportunity for her to show she was wanting to help those around her in this new world. "Tell you what. Let my mom do her weird, sissy mommy crap and I'll come help. It's not goddess crap is it, though? I know Ammy is supposed to be a goddess or something."

A groan would be heard on the other side of the phone. "No, no goddess stuff. We're dealing with freaking wyverns and other nonsense. Look... if you're really going to help we're going to need to meet and talk. I'll be at my airfield. You know where that is?"

Amaia would hmm and answered, "Nope."

Another soft sigh came from Marilla, "Okay. Down the hall in that house there's a room with a teleporter I set up in there. It's simple, just stand on it hit a preset button that says 'Marilla's Airfield' and you'll be here. I'll be waiting. Got it?"

Amaia would move to stand up as she spoke. "Sounds easy enough." she said. "See ya there." she'd then hang up and set the phone on the table again and went down the hallway of the home. There must've been like 20 doors in that hallway all leading to some weird, random places, but she'd find one with the teleporter and opened the door, walked in, closed the door behind her and stood onto the teleporter. She'd spot the button and pressed it and in moments she'd disappear from the home and arrived at the airfield.

There she'd meet the distraught Marilla Takitia, the aunt of the family that also owned an airfield of various aircraft and lived with Amar there. Marilal herself looked really confused almost immediately though seeing Amaia looking like a purple bunny with wings. That moment didn't last long though. They gave each other their brief introductions and went straight to business.

From the information Amar had given them and information known about the mountain and it's effects, they would then begin devising ideas of how to get to Ammy fast and safely. It was going to be quite difficult due to the circumstances and after some time they would begin to list everything they would need and would have to do to find Ammy.

Once all the details were down and a lot of talking was done, they then began spending the rest of the first day preparing for the rescue. The first thing was to find transportation to that location. To do this they needed something that could fly into the barrier without issues. The method chosen was going to be a two-seat sailplane that was going to be a bit modified for the current mission. It was also going to be able to drop and parachute in needed supplies Amaia was going to be using. Given it was also a fly-by-wire system, it would've had no troubles with the barrier.

Second thing they needed was to get all the supplies together that they knew was going to be needed. Parachuting in was easy, but the proper gear was going to need to be more careful. Amaia was warned she wouldn't be able to bring anything advanced and she was likely going to have to carry light for the trip. Amaia decided to carry her semi-auto sniper with no fancy attachments besides a regular scope in case she needed to view things from afar and would bring her beloved sword. Aside from that, she was going to have some basic food rations and water bottles. There was also going to be some medical supplies in a backpack she'd be able to carry. She was also going to have some travel hiking apparel for this trip as well as some gear for climbing just in case. She was also going to bring a belt to hold some of her gear and possible extra magazines for her rifle.

Thirdly, they needed a location. When they were taking small breaks or others were busy getting ready, Marilla was using satellites in orbit to zero in on Ammy's location during the day. She would've located the site of where her glider crashed as well as any form of commotion going on down in that are. While it took some time that even lead towards much later into the day, there seemed to be some signs of struggle along a path with dead creatures on the ground and eventually smoke coming from an area, whether it was from a fire or building she couldn't tell at the time.

Once all was said and done, Marilla got pictures of the location, took some maps and drew paths that matched the photos of where to go. They'd spend the rest of the night planning routes and what to do in various scenarios. Eventually, it was late into the night and everyone needed their rest as going at night time would've made things harder.


Day 2

Early into the morning as the sun began to rise, it was time to initiate the rescue. They got everything all packed up and into a make-shift attachment onto the glider to be able to drop items with a parachute. It wasn't much to carry and was light on gear in the package, but it would have to do for the situation. Amaia had what she needed on her and would soon be in the plain with her own parachute. Sure, she had wings, but they likely weren't going to give her a soft landing from high up in the air. Once she was in the sailplane and buckled in, Marilla soon got in as well. The sailplane was to be towed by another plane, which Amar would've been piloting.

Once everyone was ready, had everything they need. They would've told Amar to lift off and pull them along. once they were in the air, Marilla and Amaia would wait until the sailplane was pulled close enough to the mountains. When they were close enough, the rope between both planes would be detached and soon the sailplane going on its own into the barrier. As it sailplane glided into the mountains in a serene manner, they would overlook the land watching where they were going and making sure they were on the right course.

Since this was all by flight, it took a lot less time to cover ground to find Ammy's location. They'd soon zoom over the location of the crashed glider, wyvern body and soon dead dire wolves were as well. It seemed there was still some creatures down below lingering about nibbling on the remains. Marilla wasn't feeling too happy, being very worried over Ammy's safety, but they continued.

They went along the path they followed and soon saw the area where the smoke had once been coming from on what they saw from the satellite. It was time for Amaia to get into action. Once they were relatively close to the shack, Marilla would detach the cargo attached to the sailplane and let it drop down with a parachute. Once Marilal gave Amaia the signal, Amaia would reach up to slide the cockpit glass back. She'd unbuckle herself, moved up and opened her wings. The wind picked her up with extreme ease and sent her flying up and above the sailplane.

Once out, Marilla would have the cockpit closed and had the sailplane pull away. It was all up to Amaia now. Amaia would pull herself into a controlled glide as she went down, making sure she was going to land near the supplies that was dropped and making sure she knew where the shack was, too. As she got her bearings and prepared, she'd pull her wings to herself to not get caught in any wires as she deployed her parachute. Once it was out, she'd gently float down to the ground in a graceful manner. Once landed, she'd take off her parachute and would run quickly over to the supplies that was dropped, which was almost a near minute walk. Once there, she'd grab her gun and loaded it, put on her belt and backpack full of supplies.

When all of her gear was checked, ready and still in good condition from the landing she'd open up a map to make sure this was the place and it certainly was. Amaia then headed up the trail to find the shack they had spotted. Things felt so fast in the air, but on foot it was taking her a while to find what she was looking for. It was getting close to an hour, but she'd spot the shack up the trail as she continued moving. Her pace was going into a slight job, her rifle ready in her hands and sword still in it's sheath at her side. If there was any creatures that were going to attack her thinking she was a snack, she would make them regret it. As she traveled, though, nothing came as she got closer.

The closer she got to the shack, she noticed no one was around this place at all and was thinking maybe it was abandoned, but she did have to see what was maybe inside the shack. She'd soon approach it and came up to a door on it and stood there a moment, wondering if she should kick it in or knock. While the first sounded way more fun, she didn't want to cause a ruckus if someone was maybe sleeping.

Then again, that didn't mean she still couldn't have fun. She'd knock on the door several times. "Open up! Yasuo 5-0 here! We received a call about a domestic disturbance in this area. Anyone home? Don't make me kick this door in!" she'd call out loudly to make sure she was heard. Her bunny ears would listen ever so carefully for any movement inside the shack or even a sound from someone. It was there she waited for a response to see if anyone was home. If not, she was tempted to enter anyways to see if there was clues of anyone having recently been there.

She waited patiently for an answer before barging into the shack. Hearing a faint plea for help that those large bunny ears could so easily catch she then knew someone was inside and did indeed need help. A hand reached up to the doorknob and tried to open the door, but then realized it wasn't moving. She'd set her gone down a moment as well as her sword so they weren't in the way. She'd slam her shoulder into the door several times before giving it a few hard kicks until the old door broke swung open.

Amaia would quickly grab her gun and sword and looked inside the shack real quick only seeing the lupe there in the bed and no one else. She'd calm down and went to set her weapons on a table for the moment and pulled her backpack of supplies off and went over to the bed. "I'm going to assume you're Ammy, from the pictures I've seen. You also look like my aunt Amaretto, which is kinda weird." she said. As she'd go to set her supplies by the bed, she'd look to Ammy. "oh, by the way, I'm pretty sure mom would've wanted me to do this since she isn't here." she said right before she'd go to quickly give Ammy a slap across the face.

While Amaia wasn't necessarily expecting Ammy to lunge at her and try to kill her, she was always on alert and almost naturally she immediately went to jump away to avoid the grabbing and the lethal claws of the enraged lupe. Amai even used the strength in her legs to jump up high and latch onto one of the support beams on the ceiling of the shack, claws dug into the wood to make sure she didn't fall. It was almost comical in how fast she reacted to avoid danger.

She'd stare down at the lupe, knowing that injured looking body there was no way she'd be gotten up here. "What the fuzzball is wrong with you?" she'd yell down at Ammy, "I always hear mom and you being physical with each other, but wht the freak not like this." she said, wondering how crazy her mom was now. She thought her father Yaji'is was weird and had problems, but she was starting to think her mother Mirius had a tendency to be in love with psycho people that liked to try to kill people.

Her sharp claws stayed deep in the wood so that she would never fall and be attacked by the enraged lupe. When things finally calmed down and she heard Ammy speaking, she'd sigh some in relief knowing she wasn't going to have to deal with a crazy person all trip. When things seemed safe enough, she'd let go and land on the floor on her feet and watched Ammy a long moment just to make sure she didn't go crazy again, but would speak first as she began taking off her backpack full of supplies, "Name's Amaia. I just use my first name, but I guess it'd be Amaia Nyta'al if you include my dad's name, or Spiritor if it's my mother. They refuse to use each other's last name, it's weird." she said and looked down at Ammy more to the questions of medical supplies and water. That was probably a hint to the insanity gone... maybe.

"Well, someone had to slap you. Mom said you probably did something you weren't supposed to do again and generally whenever me and my brothers and sisters do something stupid she slaps us. She slaps dad, too." She'd kneel down and began opening it and pulling out a few small medical kits with various supplies and pulled out food rations and a few bottles of water. She'd open the cap of a water bottle and slide it over to Ammy, "Here, drink. So, what's all wrong with you and what's messed up?" she asked. "And I'm not a doctor like Lene by the way, don't expect me to be gentle if I got to fix something."

"Mom figured you'd have broken something." she said with a smirk She'd take another bottle of water to open it and slid it over to Ammy. "Careful, I didn't bring that much water." Listening to Ammy further she'd begin to take out medical supplies. She was packed with a good variety of things. It was all mostly just enough to cover a broad range of injuries, but not fix things entirely. She'd look at Ammy's leg a moment before pulling out pieces for a leg splint and set it next to Ammy. Medicine was then pulled out in a small container to set next to her. Then she began pulling out a couple medical kits to clean wounds and close up any if needed for a quick fix.

"Did your homework consist of studying the local region, it's inhabitants, dangers, climate, ecosystem and all that fun stuff? Also, why didn't you just bring a gun or something to shoot it? Aren't you also a goddess or something? How the heck do you let a wyvern beat you?" she said to Ammy questioning how someone as strong as she was get taken down so easily. Well, she was going off information she had heard before of Ammy since this was her first ever true encounter and conversation with Ammy.

Then she would quickly add, "By the way if we're getting out of these mountains I hope you like walking on tat leg for a good while. I had brought here by plane and parachute. I'm not carrying someone of your size either." she grinned.

Amaia would move over to the pack Ammy spoke of and searched for the extra bottles of water while she listened to Ammy. Whatever she'd find would be cmobined with the others to take on their trip back. She did grin a little hearing Ammy about survey of the area and little chance. "Well with that reasoning it's like saying you won't have a fire extinguisher in your house in the small chance something catches on fire. As for if we ran into anything, no not really. Even if we did I'd shoot them down. We came in quiet glider though, so probably didn't attract much attention."

She'd move back over to Ammy's leg and began organizing the proper medical supplies. This type of situation isn't something she was used to, so she was just going to go with what seemed to be the steps to take. Amaia would take a bit of water and pour some of it over Ammy's leg to help clean out the blood and dirt in the fur. Once things were clean enough she'd take some disinfecting cleansing pads to start rubbing and trying to clean her wound. "By the way, first time I've done this." she added. "And yeah, I was informed on the whole barrier thing. It's why I brought some basic guns on me and my sword. Nothing fancy really. Although, I find it weird to try to develop such a power to defeat basic worldly physics. But, who am I to say that? I came from freaking Lurky land." she said laughing.

Once she was done, she'd begin to wrap Ammy's leg in bandages to help protect it and keep her from bleeding everywhere. Amaia then proceeded to start trying to get the splint onto her leg. "Also, I was told not to let you try any creative ideas because you have a bad habit about getting into more trouble by doing that. So, we're just gonna walk." she added with a smirk to Ammy. "Actually, that gives me an idea." she said and went to stand up after she finished fixing up Ammy's leg and began heading for the door. Although, she did look out and around at the door a moment just to make sure nothing was stalking them outside the shack or to perhaps see if anyone else was nearby.

She listened to Ammy as she stood at the door being cautious in case of anything that could be lurking out there. It was likely a good minute before she had decided to move, but first wanted to reply to Ammy before she went out of the building, "Traditions...yeah. I plan on neither following my mother nor my father's traditions. Something I'm rather not interested in."

Before she continued she'd hold up a finger to Ammy signifying to hold onto those thoughts and she'd walk out of the shack. She would go to search for some vines and flowers from nearby plants she had seen. After she got enough she would come back inside and continued to speak with Ammy as she came over to her, "I can lend you my pistol. I got my rifle, too, so we'll both have guns in case. They're nothing fancy right now, but should still work. Had to leave off the lasers and such since Marilla said they wouldn't work."

She began taking the vines she had and began twisting them and creating a circle with them, though she'd put a few flowers into the vines circle. What she was really making was a little collar and as she'd be behind Ammy, she'd go to slip it around Ammy's head and onto her neck and go to make sure it was tight on her. "As to being creative. No. Bad." She said and flicked at one of Ammy's ears, "Like I said, we're gonna walk straight home, that's it. Even if you're bigger than me, if I see you even attempting to use goddess magic or do something that angers the power here I'm gonna spank you in the face, lady doggie. So, I'm gonna leash you just to make sure you don't run off and do something that will get us into more trouble."

The bunny was about to leap away seeing Ammy was going to try to attack her again, but then noticed how slow she was moving and felt her hand barely touch her face. Then she heard the 'little girl' remark and how Ammy went on and just groaned, but things did turn into a grin not long after. Amaia would finish having the collar stay secure around Ammy's neck and make sure none of it would break. After that was taken care of she then proceeded to grab her pistol and a couple magazines for it and set it next to Ammy on the floor.

"Didn't bring much ammo, had to stay light for the trip. And, yeah, I know who and what I'm dealing with. I've been told by my father, uncle, mother and this pilot lady named Marilla what you sometimes end up doing. Clearly, no one has tried keeping you out of trouble. You just run around causing a mess of things. I'm even debating declawing you and putting a muzzle on you at this rate." she said smirking at Ammy, "I'm just playing it safe and I'm going to make sure you stay close by to me and don't run off trying to go kill somebody. I'll work together with you, but only if you do what I say, which is no creativeness, no lashing out, no trying to eat me, no going feral. We're just going to get straight out of here and get you back home. At that point I'm just going to let you be my mom's problem."

But, then she added with a giggle and more smirking, "Besides, how are you gonna learn to behave if no one's going to tame you? I will get a stick or something and whap your nose if I have to. Although, I could just leave you here if you don't place nice. Let you go feral and become part of some weird dire wolf pack or something weird." It was clear Amaia was feeling quite confident and full of herself, but given even Ammy's stubbornness it was almost as if trying to show she was going to be more stubborn than Ammy and try to show she had all the leverage in the situation and that she was going to control how Ammy went about the circumstances.

She stared at Ammy a long moment as Ammy talked and even pointed the gun at her briefly. While Ammy roughly spoke, Amaia went over to look out the door to see the time of day, thinking of a response as she did. "I'm not interested in killing gods because of some old crap my parents did. They're just stuck in old times is all. Time to leave the past behind and forge a new future." she said and turning her head to Ammy with a grin.

She walked back over to Ammy, "Let me know when you're done with everything. Can pack everything back into the pack and get going. We got a lot of daylight left to start the walk. Should hopefully be relatively safer in daytime to travel. " The hybrid would kneel down next to Ammy and looked at her a long moment before continuing her words, "I know you won't kill me on this trip because you need me and you know you'll die without me. In reality, Ammy, I'm here to help you because someone needed help and I didn't want to see my mom unhappy. My interests are helping solve some of the worlds problems. I'm not looking to save the world, but I'm looking to help just make some peoples world a better place to live in. Whether it's jailing some baddies, killing some murderers or helping a woman in the middle of a mountain that didn't know any better." A hand woudl reach over to scratch behind one of Ammy's ears gently, "I'm also here for another reason. Need to ask you about some Dragon's bane, but we can talk about that while we try to find the main trail so we don't waste time."

Amaia just laughed, "Not collaring you because I want a slave, but since you were going all feral or something there I just need to make sure you don't running off and chasing a cat up a tree. And you're a dog, so collar just seems fitting and says you're not a stray." With a smirk she'd go over to the flight suit and using her sharp claws she'd tear off the desired portion of the leg before picking it up and bringing it over to Ammy.

"Didn't think probably killing people was noble, but whatever works." She grinned, but then that grin faded when ammy asked about dragon's bane. The thought on why she needed it wasn't quite noble, instead something rather necessary and unpleasant at the same time.

She went out of the door a moment and went to find some more of the thick fines and a nice, sturdy, short stick which she would bring back inside. While Ammy would get herself dressed, Amaia would take the spear and start working on making a cross-section to help make the spear a crutch for her too. At the same time, she would reply to Ammy to explain her circumstance, "I have come to Rhy'Din a few days prior to this. Mom kept always talking about Rhy'Din as well as dad. Given I came from what everyone calls Lurky, I wanted to be in a place that wasn't so... controlled. Where people are just people, good and bad naturally. Makes things feel more alive, you know? Well, I came here with my gear and I was pointed at going to the DFLEA station. Talk with them, understand the rules here, see if I can work with people to maybe help make Den City and maybe later Rhy'Din a somewhat better place. Well, after some interesting meetings, I met my sister-in-law Myrlene. You know, your daughter. Well, she spoke of her former husband Moonshine, a dragon, was altered by chaos and is likely going rampant and may soon be hurting people. She mentioned she and her father have tried going to that area, except the power of chaos makes them not want to enter. So... we made an agreement I go take care of this issue with her and capture his soul with a given scroll and give it back to her. So.... that's why I need dragon's bane. Just for that single mission. If the dragon goes unchecked then he's going to start hurting and killing people. So, it sort of fits my agenda and seeing I got a caring sister... well, may as well work on the family reputation, too."

"Even if my father was a dog, you still won't see me chasing cats up trees and wagging my tail frantically when someone I know was out of the room for five seconds." she stuck her tongue out at Ammy. Whenever she finished the crutch and handed it to Ammy, she'd start gathering her own gear again, holding her rifle in one hand now and the other hand kept free just so she could take hold of the end of the vine.

"You don't need to be sorry about me doing anything like this. Myrlene didn't force this on me. It was purely my choice. I'm also doing this to show I'm willing to help the family despite what I am deep down." She said firmly, although whenever Ammy was ready she'd tug on the end of the vine with a smirk, "Come on, pup." she said as she'd start to leave the shack and go outside, although she wouldn't be too mean and would go at a slow pace, knowing Ammy was injured.

"And if by coddling you mean smacking me in the back of the head and throwing me out a window, then yeah mom coddled me a lot." she added with a laugh. "Did it more to my older brother. I think I had enough of mom's coddling." Though she'd hear that little warning and looked back at Ammy, "Only if your friends don't become a problem and I'm sure there's many more ways to kill a dragon. Lene suggested this being the easiest way to deal with them, so I'm taking her advice. And if you go after me... well... do you really want to?" she gave a little grin back at Ammy. Amaia was showing she wasn't going to simply back down over threats, even if they were from her mother's mate. If there was one thing that was quite clear it was that Amaia was very sure of herself.