[Seasonal Event] for the faithless

edy stage direction: insert some heavily audio-engineered pop beat heard at least 3 drinks in Maybe if she was actually paying attention, Edy would have noticed 1. Deimos, 2. What he was doing and then 3. To collect the dots as to what was happening here. As it was however, the teenager had grown up in a magical complex where the goal of all of her formative years of training had been to prepare her for a life of balls and high society. The closest to hunting she’d ever been was her guard-routines through the streets of Northaven, which was just to say, pretty fucking far from actual hunting. And so as she spied hay randomly littered about, the Launceleyn girl halted with a raised brow. Glancing down at the bobcat kitten at her heels, she flashed the feline a wickedly white smile. ‘Wanna see something?” She purred, before turning her attention at the hay. Making an exploding sort of sound in the back of her throat, Edy hurtled a fireball at the hay. It was wet underneath sure, but the hay should have been dry enough to catch. Thoughts of hunting and luring, the elusive Luxere that they were all meant to give a shit about were about as far away from her mind as they could possibly be. Edy was simply bored and, when confronted with something flammable, she’d defaulted to her base postion of well, better blow it up.