Compass

Ferro raised his arms in triumph, laughing. Breathing. Laughing again. Enjoying the sweet air of Ayther in the desert he recognized.

And when he could laugh no more, he let his arms drop and spoke to the sky, one hand clutching the necklace he was wearing over his clothes.

"I'm free..."

"That's nice," a voice said behind him, and he crunched upward and turned to find a four-armed demoness and a very gaunt-looking human staring at him from a few measures away. "Who are you?" the demoness continued.

Standing and turning, Ferro sized them up quickly. The human - No wait... what's that extra limb on her back? - looked ready to fall down from a stiff breeze. The demoness seemed... much tougher.

"I'm, ah, Ferrovia," he said, relaxing down to his tails enough to stand straight. "May I ask the same of you?"

"I'm Anko. This is Malz," the demoness pointed two thumbs at the... other demoness?