Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Aithne skips across the roots daring to peer above the ground, highlighted by the purple of the lightning lighting the sky. It's that same glow that makes the dagger that appears in Thalassa's hand glint dimly, giving Aithne just enough time to lean precariously to the side mid-leap. Landing lightly, Aithne thanks her lucky stars for her quick reflexes - though she doubts very much that she'd have been able to dodge had the captain truly wished her harm. At least it hadn't been a killing blow - so maybe she can wheedle a little more information from the other Ancient before the woman tires of her for the day.
Aware of the dagger now at her back, Aithne takes several steps sideways to avoid its path as it is recalled to its owner. Unfortunately, between the dim light and the quick movements, she didn't get a very good look at the specific way Thalassa had held the blade. Pursing her lips against the urge to ask the woman to show her again - a question that is likely to earn her a dagger through the heart as not - Aithne instead nods, as though she's seen plenty. Then she grins. "Okay, but what about a harder target?"
Then she shifts, soft skin exchanged for hard stone protecting the superheated flesh beneath. As a fyrhund, at least she's marginally less likely to be harmed from this little experiment. And then, just because she can, she lunges past Thalassa in what she hopes will be a glancing blow, meant more to catch the captain off her guard than truly injure.
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Aware of the dagger now at her back, Aithne takes several steps sideways to avoid its path as it is recalled to its owner. Unfortunately, between the dim light and the quick movements, she didn't get a very good look at the specific way Thalassa had held the blade. Pursing her lips against the urge to ask the woman to show her again - a question that is likely to earn her a dagger through the heart as not - Aithne instead nods, as though she's seen plenty. Then she grins. "Okay, but what about a harder target?"
Then she shifts, soft skin exchanged for hard stone protecting the superheated flesh beneath. As a fyrhund, at least she's marginally less likely to be harmed from this little experiment. And then, just because she can, she lunges past Thalassa in what she hopes will be a glancing blow, meant more to catch the captain off her guard than truly injure.
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Crimson-red paint on my lips
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
