The plan was to distract the winged serpents long enough for Noorh to snatch some of the flammable twigs from the nest. Kiran would be the lookout. She would immediately get Noorh's attention at the first sign of imminent danger.
And there lies the problem: Kiran was worse than a mediocre in that department. She wasn't the type who screamed at in the face of danger. She would likely gasp in fear than shriek her lungs out.
"Are you still worried about the miasma?" Noorh asked, noticing the anxious expression on Kiran's face. He ripped a part of his scarf off, held it up to the swirl of clouds shielding them from the horizon until it was soaked, and gave it to Kiran. "Use this to cover your nose and mouth. This should keep most of the miasma away."
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