Witnessing the battle taking place across the room Xarithe's eyes catch sight of Eiyre out of his periphery who skips up along side him. A smile spreads across his lips, just knowing the Oracle was there. She seeming rather upbeat as usual, Xarithe mirroring her enthusiasm as the fact slowly settled in that he was in the presence of an actual naga once more.<br/><br/>And what a naga it was, his eyes looking past the pint sized opponents, admiring the manner in which the female holds the fairy tight, the way her powerful muscles tense and ripple, drawing not one, but two bodies into her own at once. The skin stretching tight around their forms, the scene bringing a sort of peace to the druid's heart, recounting not only the experience he shared with the Oracle, but the myriad of meals he had helped feed to his mistress.  He seemed hardly bothered by the fact that one of those forms was the very fairy he had spent the night both alongside and within. Of course he realized the naga was not against them, and would likely not harm her, but even if that where not the case Xarithe had been raised believing that there where few greater purposes one could strive for then becoming a part of such a magnificent being.<br/><br/>While there where those among his party that where going along with the naga, perhaps even pleasing her to a degree such as Ambrosia. There where those still who saw fit to attempt to strike her. Swallowing the fairy down until she regained mobility, the druid's heart skips a beat when the divine being turns and begins making her way towards him. Looking on in awe, his excitement is only lessened when he sees Turelia land a blow upon the slithering tail of the scaled captain. An outraged hiss escaping his own lips, as for a brief moment in time he envisions a meteor crashing through the ceiling, as the gods hastily smite the woman for committing such an act.<br/><br/>Xarithe is nearly hypnotized by the gentle sway in the female's hips, the manner in which her sinuous body glides across the ground. So caught up in her image is he that he hardly notices the scurrying gnome. A rock harmlessly patters off his dragon scale armor, which causes him to blink several times. (Right gnomes....) he thinks, casting one last glance at the outline of the fairy within the naga's gullet. Xarithe smirks<span style="font-style: italic"> "Only a few more." </span>he declares in that hissing language. Feeling a wonderful sense of purpose as he performed the task that the naga had briefly requested.<br/><br/>Quick on his feet Xarithe makes his his way toward the last of the fleeing gnomes. "Oh no you don't!" he cries out, as the little one attempts to hide behind his captain's coils.  Slipping around Eiyre as she takes hold of the other gnome, Xarithe makes his way up and onto the bed. "Trying to hide are we?" he asks with a flick of his tongue, grinning down upon the little thing. (I'll just snatch this one up for Albali....or if he runs, chase him right to her.) the druid decides darting his eyes sideways at the naga captain. His mind made up he dashes forward, seeking to bring himself alongside the hiding gnome, knowing he was well within striking distance from the naga captain, and expecting an attack of sorts to come his way.<br/><br/>While her companion was chasing tiny things over beds. Sira would lazily tilt her head back, allowing the powerful muscles of her esophagus to escort her newly acquired meal down towards her awaiting tummy. Her lengthy coils wrapping around the other fellow defensively as she sat content upon not one but two well earned meals.<br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Moving down 2 to the spot just south of Eiyre, then forward 3 towards the "pretty" gnome, with a double move action. Provoking an AoO from the naga in the process.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Sira<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Simply enjoying her meal :3  <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/147303">Grapple</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+27</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">39</span></div></div></div>