RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray loosens her grip on the Demi-god as the arm washes up. Grimacing, she kicks it away. "It's an arm." She confirms, scowling at the piece of metal. "There was a glowing orb in the water. It was trapped in those weird metal hands. The damn horse was trying to free it from them." The herbalist explains, still seething slightly at the Ceffyl Dŵr.
"The Ceffyl Dŵr got impatient with my slow progress of freeing it, so it kicked up that whole mess of water." Ray adds, before pausing. "Well, if one of the arms is here, I'm going to assume the sphere was freed and that our job is done. And if it's not, let the horse deal with it. I'm not helping it any further then that." Nearly drowning was not fun, and doing it again was not on her list of plans for the day.
"The Ceffyl Dŵr got impatient with my slow progress of freeing it, so it kicked up that whole mess of water." Ray adds, before pausing. "Well, if one of the arms is here, I'm going to assume the sphere was freed and that our job is done. And if it's not, let the horse deal with it. I'm not helping it any further then that." Nearly drowning was not fun, and doing it again was not on her list of plans for the day.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
