Maea
"Who are you calling a Wicker woman, exactly?" Thoroughly unamused, Maea plucked pieces of vine out of her skirt as she came striding towards the other two. Squinting at the motes drifting through the air, she surrendered against the greater need and summoned a spark of flame and began to guide it through the air, casting a fine meshed web to try and clear away the spores. Then an axe was waved in her general direction, and with another curse she attempted to dodge away and back up out of reach.
"I'm not going to cut myself this early into the game. Heal yourself, Talyson." The note of command in her voice was perhaps not entirely helpful. She didn't know if he really was seeing things - just to be safe she glanced around several times to make sure they weren't actually under attack - but in case he was, she hoped that his ring could solve this issue. "Thalassa, are you alright? Can you get to his ring, if he won't do it himself?"
Holding on to her chakram just in case she would end up needing to use bloodboon after all, Maea hoped it wouldn't be necessary. The more she used it the harder it was getting, as her body remembered the pain with increasing reluctance.
Maea uses fire to attempt to clear away the spores, and tries to dodge the axe waved her way.
"I'm not going to cut myself this early into the game. Heal yourself, Talyson." The note of command in her voice was perhaps not entirely helpful. She didn't know if he really was seeing things - just to be safe she glanced around several times to make sure they weren't actually under attack - but in case he was, she hoped that his ring could solve this issue. "Thalassa, are you alright? Can you get to his ring, if he won't do it himself?"
Holding on to her chakram just in case she would end up needing to use bloodboon after all, Maea hoped it wouldn't be necessary. The more she used it the harder it was getting, as her body remembered the pain with increasing reluctance.
Maea uses fire to attempt to clear away the spores, and tries to dodge the axe waved her way.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
Table base by Skylark
