Alys Glasse
Alys's focus was so split between the two tasks at hand - maintaining her spell and keeping an eye on the ever-changing ice shards - that she wasn't performing either particularly well. She gulped as the ice pellets swirled around her figure. They never touched her, but they were distracting. What if Deimos changed his mind and decided to pelt her with ice? She was somewhat confident that he wouldn't hurt her - after all, he'd given no indication thus far that that was his intention - but she wasn't confident that he wouldn't try to distract her by any means necessary. And while she was sure that ice could be fatal if wielded the right way, it seemed far more likely to her that Deimos would use it as an annoyance, just to see how she handled the new stress.
"What should I be more focused on?" she managed to choke out, but the added task was too much for the young woman to tend to, and her mouse flickered out. She pursed her lips and called it back into existence. It was strong for a moment, scurrying hither and thither across the floor, but then her attention shifted to the swirling ice, and the mouse faded once more.
Frustrated, Alys nearly gave up, but she didn't want to give Deimos the satisfaction of making her quit. So she held on, almost panting with the effort, and forced her little mouse to stay.
"What should I be more focused on?" she managed to choke out, but the added task was too much for the young woman to tend to, and her mouse flickered out. She pursed her lips and called it back into existence. It was strong for a moment, scurrying hither and thither across the floor, but then her attention shifted to the swirling ice, and the mouse faded once more.
Frustrated, Alys nearly gave up, but she didn't want to give Deimos the satisfaction of making her quit. So she held on, almost panting with the effort, and forced her little mouse to stay.
