Lena
Lena’s own weapons laid in her bag, but she, as always, remained hesitant to use them. There were plenty of other potentials – she could shift, she could compel, she could – well, there wouldn’t be any commanding of these creatures. She’d learned, quickly, that all the void cretins in Stormbreak didn’t adhere to her quiet requests, and she figured the ones dotting across Halo weren’t going to be any different.
She heard another crack in the wood – and beyond adapting a very still frame, her eyes flickered over to where she saw someone else on the lonesome, winding trail. Not wanting to ask why, she gave a brief wave to signal that she’d seen the stranger, and then a press of her finger to her lips, as a warning to be still and quiet.
Steeling another breath, she snagged at her own abilities, pulling at any nearby threads of birds in the brush or high overhead, to come swarming down on whatever lingered in between the portions of timber nearby.
She heard another crack in the wood – and beyond adapting a very still frame, her eyes flickered over to where she saw someone else on the lonesome, winding trail. Not wanting to ask why, she gave a brief wave to signal that she’d seen the stranger, and then a press of her finger to her lips, as a warning to be still and quiet.
Steeling another breath, she snagged at her own abilities, pulling at any nearby threads of birds in the brush or high overhead, to come swarming down on whatever lingered in between the portions of timber nearby.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
