The small brown naga sits atop his coiled body, wiping the sticky mucus off of his long trunk, sliding a small length of his body into the reach of his hands until its clean, then shifting to move onto a little more. "You, you are all like the queen. We only know her as regal, and never even knew there was more like her." He continues to wipe his scales, sliding a finger under his bellyscales to clean out the dirt stuck between in the middle of his length. "By the looks of things, I'm going to guess you did not know of her. before that camp of yours arrived." He glances up at Tamara, Jaku and Suri. "If that's the case, then your green friend should be fine. He's probably in her throne room by now. She'll play with him for a few days, and then..." His hands stop cleaning and just hold his trunk in his hands. "She'll most likely devour him. But I truly do not know. Visitors and shipwrecks, camps and asylum seekers, we all end up inside her in the end." He takes a deep breath and gently rubs his trunk and starts to work his hands back towards cleaning his body until he reaches his tail. "I was watching you build your camp, and feed on all those souls. I'm sure the village will enjoy the new company if you let them emerge. At least they seemed happy." He holds his tail and looks up at the trio. "The queen spotted me watching you, and i... I.."<br/><br/>The small  brown naga takes a deep breath and looks down at his body. setting his scaled thin tail down atop his scaled trunk coiled underneath him."Please do not take offence, but I never want to be inside any of you again."<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the island. The large regal serpent at the end of the cavernous cathedral quietly stands tall, eyes as blue as the ocean scan over every one of Arakins scales. A sly smile grows over its scaled snakelike lips while a thin forked tongue shoots out from the tiny gap in the front. A single spark arcs from its tongue as it licks the air before darting back between those smiling lips. The serpent slowly moves down the tall ramp and it seems like its long body emerges from a large opening in the floor behind its throne as it slowly slides down. Its bellyscales barely touch the floor, as the regal naga stops at the carpeted end of the ramp leading up to the throne.<br/><br/>The serpent reaches out with one scaled and clawed hand, with a feminine, sultry but ancient voice, commands Ara to "Slide forth." One finger reaches out and beckons, while the hovering snake above, hisses loudly, staring down at Arakin with its neck posed to strike in any direction should he do anything but slither across the long hall.<br/><br/>The sun glints low through the red throne room and starts to set behind a cloud, its blinding light fading enough to reveal the sight of a large town carved out of the mountainside, but not one of apparent human design. Large poles the size of trees dart between the rooftops, and an entire tribe of nagas of all sorts of shapes and species slither about in the distance, tending wares, hanging laundry, and going about the end of the day in plain view of their queen.