The frost giant, too, fell quickly enough under the machinations of the warriors - and Nina noted the small ball of snow that detached for Ember to chase, pursing her lips to hide a smile as her errant companion went bounding after the offering. She said nothing of it, instead allowing the fire sprite to continue its gleeful bounding, all the while keeping an eye on it to be sure it was not in the line of fire. It would be quite a shame for the silly being to be injured whilst trying to have a little fun.
Unaware of the inner workings of Deimos's mind - but not in the slightest offended by his line of questioning - Nina was content, for a moment, to watch as an ursur grew up where the frost giant had once stood. A rallying cry rose around them, and the warden invited Nina to join in. Raising a brow, she elected not to add her voice to those surrounding them, but she did unfurl her magic to join the fray.
Her fire appeared in the form of a whip-like line of flame. Cutting and precise, she wielded it with a mastery that spoke of hours spent honing her craft - and yet, there was a certain tentativeness to the strike she leveled towards the ursur's head, a slight awkwardness at using her magic for something other than tending the First Flame or telling stories or other such specific, niche things. For her part, she was glad to avoid hitting anyone or anything aside from her target, but her strike was almost too controlled, perhaps for fear of missing. The blaze clipped the snow-ursur's ear, leaving its head primarily intact.
And if she glanced sheepishly towards Deimos, as though searching for direction without knowing quite how to ask for it, then so be it.
Unaware of the inner workings of Deimos's mind - but not in the slightest offended by his line of questioning - Nina was content, for a moment, to watch as an ursur grew up where the frost giant had once stood. A rallying cry rose around them, and the warden invited Nina to join in. Raising a brow, she elected not to add her voice to those surrounding them, but she did unfurl her magic to join the fray.
Her fire appeared in the form of a whip-like line of flame. Cutting and precise, she wielded it with a mastery that spoke of hours spent honing her craft - and yet, there was a certain tentativeness to the strike she leveled towards the ursur's head, a slight awkwardness at using her magic for something other than tending the First Flame or telling stories or other such specific, niche things. For her part, she was glad to avoid hitting anyone or anything aside from her target, but her strike was almost too controlled, perhaps for fear of missing. The blaze clipped the snow-ursur's ear, leaving its head primarily intact.
And if she glanced sheepishly towards Deimos, as though searching for direction without knowing quite how to ask for it, then so be it.
Nina
