Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
The lioness looked around, table cloth in her teeth. So far, none of the wares that they had taken had caused any harm. Gently and slowly, Ellyra dropped her table cloth in the sand. She lowered her body to lay before it, eyes shifting between those gathered, the cloth, and the flickering monstrosity that called them all here.
She was still too full of apprehension to do much else but keep her eyes moving around. Her muscles tightened, ready to get her springing up and away. She didn't even attempt to reach out over the attuned bond (assuming immediately and without much more thought that the two flitting ravens were attuned). She could do little else but wait, hesitant, ready to run.
She was still too full of apprehension to do much else but keep her eyes moving around. Her muscles tightened, ready to get her springing up and away. She didn't even attempt to reach out over the attuned bond (assuming immediately and without much more thought that the two flitting ravens were attuned). She could do little else but wait, hesitant, ready to run.
Before I make the final sacrifice
