Poofy Pants Hunter

"Interesting... A Switch-Axe user.. What model is that weapon, friend? Can't say I've seen that axe before, honestly. Most of these new weapons are odd. Except for my Desert Rose."

Anantha tried to picture the scene in her head, of this particularly articulate hunter careening through the air and decapitating an escaping Rathalos mid-flight.  It was equal parts entertaining and impressive.  She whistled.  “I can imagine.”  She tilted her head with a smirk. 

“It was beautiful to see the world from the skies, yes… Also terrifying, to be up so high, but still beautiful.” Dolsos laughed at the memory of his fall from the monster’s descending corpse before he picked up his weapon and returned it to his back.

She did the same with her own weapon, folding it back into a more manageable and less unwieldy shape.  She offered him a friendly smile.

It was hard to say whether or not she was referring to the oversized, beetle-like beast meandering about on a cliffside, or Anantha, who was currently tracking the thing.  Either or would have been a perfectly reasonable guess: they both looked plenty strange.

Carefully did the witch from afar right down notes about both the beetle-like creature and Anantha. How fascinating this all was! No doubt a possible native of this place. Should she engage and help the other? Or simply observe for the moment?

As Anantha crept closer, the creature turned and hovered about, flying low to the ground.  As if pacing.  As if waiting.

"Waa~ That armor looks impressive! If you don't mind me asking, what is your hunter rank?" Ayame asks with stars in her eyes.

Ayame smiled, amused by the huntress’ over-dramatic display. The lady reminded her of a friend she had had back home in Yukumo.

“Yeah?  I can’t say I’ve been out that way, myself.” She let her arms relax.  “Hopefully Dundorma can provide a little more excitement for you, eh?”  She chuckled, then lifted her hand to her temple in a sort of wave.

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It was hard to say whether or not she was referring to the oversized, beetle-like beast meandering about on a cliffside, or Anantha, who was currently tracking the thing.  Either or would have been a perfectly reasonable guess: they both looked plenty strange.

"Hey, there you are, Zam!"

A sharp grunt, and she mimics the motion, chattering back just as dramatically.

"Interesting... A Switch-Axe user.. What model is that weapon, friend? Can't say I've seen that axe before, honestly. Most of these new weapons are odd. Except for my Desert Rose."

Anantha tried to picture the scene in her head, of this particularly articulate hunter careening through the air and decapitating an escaping Rathalos mid-flight.  It was equal parts entertaining and impressive.  She whistled.  “I can imagine.”  She tilted her head with a smirk. 

"Interesting... A Switch-Axe user.. What model is that weapon, friend? Can't say I've seen that axe before, honestly. Most of these new weapons are odd. Except for my Desert Rose."

The huntress chuckled.  “Not quite, but a good guess.”  Her legs stretched out from where she was perched, only to drop again, dangling over her seat.  She reclined back, and offered the hunter to take a load off as well.

"Hey, there you are, Zam!"

She pops her hands on her hips, puffing her chest out rather proudly as she chatters about her hunts. She seems rather excited by story time.

Goodness, it felt like storytime had gone on for a couple of days or something.  Or the powers that be were just lazy, either or.  But Anantha was enjoying it all the same, having settled herself onto a stumpy bit of rock, drawing up one leg and resting her chin on it.  She kept quiet for the most part, with the rare instance of pausing the chatter to ask questions, or make clarifications.  At length, and when it seemed like storytime was beginning to slow down, she finally piped up.

"Hey, there you are, Zam!"

Ah, solid ground!  She smoothed out her clothes, then straightened herself out.  When she looked up again, Anantha found herself glancing over the much larger hunter, making sure she hadn’t picked up any new scars that would need explaining.  Once she was satisfied, she put her hands on her hips and smiled.

"Hey, there you are, Zam!"

Anantha was someone Zam had often stood beside, even she’s not surprised that the smaller can understand her babbling. 

“Easy now,” she managed to wriggle an arm free, waving her hand.  “There’ll be plenty of time to tell me everything you want to tell me.” The huntress looked down, noticing her feet were still free from the floor.

"Hey, there you are, Zam!"

The smaller woman laughed as she was swept up into the hug, even as she felt her arms being squished against her sides.