ISKRA
Goose, slowly having warmed up to Melita's companions, takes the display of fangs playfully for once and continues to zip around, though he does eventually abandon the slow gourd to race up and down the ice like a horse finally given room to sprint. Would that he could bottle that energy.
A chuckle escapes at her derision for the void creatures, but there's an agreeing murmur under the sound as they strike out down the frozen wasteland. He glances around for any signs of tracks or other fuckery, keeping tabs on Goose as they go. "No shit?" he asks as he cuts a look towards her, the frame of irritation around her somehow lending to her terrible beauty in a new, fantastic way. He's just grateful it's not turned on him and he can safely admire it instead. "Does seem a bit overkill," he admits with a hum, although never having personally fought a giant void dragon, he might have gathered all the forces he could manage as well. "That's pretty fucking cool though," he bumps his elbow against her, trying to rouse excitement instead of ire. "Dragon slaying used to just be a game, after all." She's always played a knight too, never a princess for her.
Abruptly though she's caught in a fit, and it's instantly clear this is no prank or mild inhalation of your own saliva. "Mel!?" he demands, grabbing for her shoulder to wheel her around to face him, concern narrowing every portion of his expression. His gaze roams the portions of her left visible through clothing, but he can see no immediate cause, and the area around them has remained as desolate as before. Someone who's invisible? Air magic? Maybe a little bit of both.
"Breath snatch?" he asks as he glances over his shoulder, more closely searching for something hard to see now as his hand eases from her shoulder to her back, thumping a bit there to help jostle air back in.
A chuckle escapes at her derision for the void creatures, but there's an agreeing murmur under the sound as they strike out down the frozen wasteland. He glances around for any signs of tracks or other fuckery, keeping tabs on Goose as they go. "No shit?" he asks as he cuts a look towards her, the frame of irritation around her somehow lending to her terrible beauty in a new, fantastic way. He's just grateful it's not turned on him and he can safely admire it instead. "Does seem a bit overkill," he admits with a hum, although never having personally fought a giant void dragon, he might have gathered all the forces he could manage as well. "That's pretty fucking cool though," he bumps his elbow against her, trying to rouse excitement instead of ire. "Dragon slaying used to just be a game, after all." She's always played a knight too, never a princess for her.
Abruptly though she's caught in a fit, and it's instantly clear this is no prank or mild inhalation of your own saliva. "Mel!?" he demands, grabbing for her shoulder to wheel her around to face him, concern narrowing every portion of his expression. His gaze roams the portions of her left visible through clothing, but he can see no immediate cause, and the area around them has remained as desolate as before. Someone who's invisible? Air magic? Maybe a little bit of both.
"Breath snatch?" he asks as he glances over his shoulder, more closely searching for something hard to see now as his hand eases from her shoulder to her back, thumping a bit there to help jostle air back in.
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
