"Nah, sand ain't really spooky." Sibylla began to reply to Hillary. "Though it ain't usually s'posed ta talk, so that actchly is kinda spooky." She ended up thinking aloud.
"Anythin' but wood is fahne. Wood can splinter and get up in mah scales and ah don't like that."
Noticing where Hillary was pointing, Sibylla slithered up closer to the cactus, stopping about 10 yards away. She stood there for a moment, seeming as though she were somehow looking it over. "Thas' just a cactus. It's jus' a plant what grows in sand. Don't touch it and you'll be fahne." She announced.
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Cybil accompanied Zephy as she wandered around town, stopping to act townies if they knew of anyone that needing about a dozen extra working hands for about a day or so.