If one's soul reflects the moon
Zen's head snapped up at the sudden voice, mildly irritated by the volume but he kept his expression neutral. Her name was familiar and if he wasn't mistaken, this was Ludo's Demi-god. Slightly more wary he still allowed blue stars to form in the air beside him. (Hi. Thank you.) After considering her for a moment longer he nodded, (You may.) Zen kept one eye on her as she seemed to start casting something.
That wariness went out the door as she suddenly dropped to the ground. Eyes going wide, Zen scrambled to try and catch her. He only just barely managed to do so and prevented her head from hitting the ground. Incredibly confused, he laid her fully down on the grass. Either she had a medical condition, or it was some kind of backlash from whatever ability she was attempting to use.
Glancing between the apparently unconscious woman and the tree, Zen elected to continue his practice and watch over the woman until she hopefully woke up. Drawing his arm back again, he summoned another arrow. Perhaps from the clear distraction, the arrow went wide and entirely missed the tree.
That wariness went out the door as she suddenly dropped to the ground. Eyes going wide, Zen scrambled to try and catch her. He only just barely managed to do so and prevented her head from hitting the ground. Incredibly confused, he laid her fully down on the grass. Either she had a medical condition, or it was some kind of backlash from whatever ability she was attempting to use.
Glancing between the apparently unconscious woman and the tree, Zen elected to continue his practice and watch over the woman until she hopefully woke up. Drawing his arm back again, he summoned another arrow. Perhaps from the clear distraction, the arrow went wide and entirely missed the tree.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
