It’s not dying I’m afraid of
Companions. Damn companions sometimes, particularly when she doesn’t know about them and ends up throwing a fireball their way. Her intention is certainly not to end up hurting a little dragon, though when being attacked it is hard not to react in defense. Thankfully the dragon leaves the battle, perhaps not understanding that Wessex is in no real danger. Well, not much anyway. The fire is real enough, but there’s no malice behind the attacks Weaver sends the demi-god’s way.
Flames erupt behind Weaver, blocking her retreat. Possibly she could run through them, but eventually she’ll be too far from Wessex anyway to use her magic. Instead, Weaver finishes the semi-circle, pulling the fire around her, though it’s low to the ground in front of her. Not a wall, but a small obstacle, one that she pushes forward as Wessex comes to attack, trying to send the woman back instead.
Flames erupt behind Weaver, blocking her retreat. Possibly she could run through them, but eventually she’ll be too far from Wessex anyway to use her magic. Instead, Weaver finishes the semi-circle, pulling the fire around her, though it’s low to the ground in front of her. Not a wall, but a small obstacle, one that she pushes forward as Wessex comes to attack, trying to send the woman back instead.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
