RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
The second Amalia's arms and wings reach for her, Ray latches on. This situation has gotten so completely out of hand. It's with rising horror and awe that she realizes where they are. They're in a a waterspout of all thing and she has no idea what to do. Ray cautiously reaches one arm out, the other in a death-grip around the demigod. The outstretched hand tries to push past the water to freedom. But the vortex is too strong and the water only feels like a wall to her palm.
The horse's triumph is the only silver lining. At least the sphere is free, at leas that's what Ray is assuming from the sound. Annoyed, the Attuned tries to find the Ceffyl Dŵr with her eyes so that she can glare at it. Glare and silently demand it put them back on dry land now. Because otherwise, Ray has no idea how they'll get there on their own.
The horse's triumph is the only silver lining. At least the sphere is free, at leas that's what Ray is assuming from the sound. Annoyed, the Attuned tries to find the Ceffyl Dŵr with her eyes so that she can glare at it. Glare and silently demand it put them back on dry land now. Because otherwise, Ray has no idea how they'll get there on their own.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
