and on to the glory at my right hand
"...So we all attacked this weird void orb, and yeah. Turns out there are certain elements that are very effective against it." Ronin speaks quickly and quietly as they trek through the Tar Pits - well, as he treks through them. The Knight has naturally scooped Flora up into his arms as they go to keep her safe. Gore crows are one thing - he's not about to let her get swallowed up by the swamp.
"So if you know anyone with air magic, maybe sweet talk them into helping," he continues. Gravity magic is a little more difficult to come by, so he doesn't bother adding that. Glancing around at the thick fog and sighing, Ronin adjusts Flora in his arms and partially shifts his draconic wings, figuring it easier to take to the sky to get them through this.
Where once the leathery appendages had been the colour of midnight and starlight, they're now pale and veined with gold, but Ronin trusts the aesthetic doesn't make much of a difference to the functionality.
"So if you know anyone with air magic, maybe sweet talk them into helping," he continues. Gravity magic is a little more difficult to come by, so he doesn't bother adding that. Glancing around at the thick fog and sighing, Ronin adjusts Flora in his arms and partially shifts his draconic wings, figuring it easier to take to the sky to get them through this.
Where once the leathery appendages had been the colour of midnight and starlight, they're now pale and veined with gold, but Ronin trusts the aesthetic doesn't make much of a difference to the functionality.
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