Elide
"Let go," Elide answers swiftly, glancing over her shoulder at him just as she releases his hand. Indeed, she launches.
It is mystifying, letting herself feel this way, so untethered and unbound to a thing such as gravity. It always kept her grounded, and she had thought it necessary to weave her way through the complicated webs of their lives.
Now, however, she isn't so sure of that. Belial's bleat of protest isn't lost on her keen ears and she offers him a wide, approving smile as he leaps after her. She had expected as much of the mischievous little Peryton, for him to take to the game like a moth to flame. Deimos? Well, she had thought he might need some more coaxing.
Her eyes widen as the monolithic man jumps, launches himself into the water. She can do naught but brace herself for the impact, raising her arms to try and protect her face from the splash. It goes in all directions, his weight sweeping the water across the ground - and there's no need for his water magic here.
Elide's clothes, at this point, are fully soaked. But it does little to dampen the smile on her face. "I won't be bested so easily!" She exclaims, her voice lifting too. As the water settles and recollects, she stamps her foot down right in the center. A stream of water shoots upward from the force, enough to strike Deimos across the front of his furs. Maybe even the face, too. She watches with a clever glint in her gaze for his retaliation.
It is mystifying, letting herself feel this way, so untethered and unbound to a thing such as gravity. It always kept her grounded, and she had thought it necessary to weave her way through the complicated webs of their lives.
Now, however, she isn't so sure of that. Belial's bleat of protest isn't lost on her keen ears and she offers him a wide, approving smile as he leaps after her. She had expected as much of the mischievous little Peryton, for him to take to the game like a moth to flame. Deimos? Well, she had thought he might need some more coaxing.
Her eyes widen as the monolithic man jumps, launches himself into the water. She can do naught but brace herself for the impact, raising her arms to try and protect her face from the splash. It goes in all directions, his weight sweeping the water across the ground - and there's no need for his water magic here.
Elide's clothes, at this point, are fully soaked. But it does little to dampen the smile on her face. "I won't be bested so easily!" She exclaims, her voice lifting too. As the water settles and recollects, she stamps her foot down right in the center. A stream of water shoots upward from the force, enough to strike Deimos across the front of his furs. Maybe even the face, too. She watches with a clever glint in her gaze for his retaliation.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
