Exton

The sound of soft shuffling steps has Ob moving to cover the sight of the crouching warriors, Still hidden in the shadows, Ob watches a small figure hurry towards them, head bent, eyes scanning constantly. The figure hurries past the hallway, then pauses. Moments later a small child with curly hair is gazing up at Ob.

Beneath the loose robe and grubby appearance, it is hard to tell if the child is a boy or girl. A small hand reaches out slowly as eyes dart up and down the other corridor. gentle fingers trace scales as the gaze takes in spiralled horns and icy blue eyes.

"You are real..." the words are little more than a whisper. "You have to go... It is not safe here for you. If She finds out... or the Priests..." The child wraps a hand around one of his clawed fingers and tugs.

Ob glances behind him, then up and down the hall. He leans down, whispering to the child. "Shhhh. I will be careful. You did not see me." He can sense the others behind him. Someone is shifting slightly, moving to a better position in case the child betrays their position. As the child opens its mouth to answer, Ob touches the lips with the tip of a claw. "I will be careful. You should too. Will someone notice if you leave."

The child nods. "But I have free time once I am done."

Stroking a claw through tangled curls, Ob advises, "Get out of here as soon as you can." The child nods and hurries away. The Stone Dragon closes his eyes for a moment, casting a prayer to the Lady.  

Mother help us, and let no innocents come to harm.

He shifts slowly, moving back into place. Moments later the soft shuffle of feet is heard again, and the child is going the other way, arms laden with towels. One glance, a nod, the child mouths goodbye. Silence echoes as the shuffling steps fade away.