Lena
Lena would likely have to go to the barracks at some point just to instill some strength training, for the embarrassing notes of not being very helpful to Isla or Zavien, and subsequently falling over a root had her landing back in the mud. Not stuck, at least, but some amount of shame stuck to her cheeks in a vivid red hue.
But with no other time to waste, she pretended she was no worse for wear and launched back up. With Isla freed thanks in part to mostly her own efforts and the Dragoon’s, they could keep going.
Which, cue in the lamplighter again.
Probably in the movement and motion of jarring herself out of the mud, the Attuned had lost a bit of the fabric cloaking her ears from the sounds of the beast – and she forgot to call for the birds again, or to listen for Mittens. Instead, all she could hear were the incandescent sounds of song, and she spun to glance behind them, entranced, lured.
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Isla is freed! Lena keeps rolling 1s!
No post order!
But with no other time to waste, she pretended she was no worse for wear and launched back up. With Isla freed thanks in part to mostly her own efforts and the Dragoon’s, they could keep going.
Which, cue in the lamplighter again.
Probably in the movement and motion of jarring herself out of the mud, the Attuned had lost a bit of the fabric cloaking her ears from the sounds of the beast – and she forgot to call for the birds again, or to listen for Mittens. Instead, all she could hear were the incandescent sounds of song, and she spun to glance behind them, entranced, lured.
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Isla is freed! Lena keeps rolling 1s!
No post order!
little more like coming home
