Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
It had begun. Seren wished she could feel a sense of calm and certainty about all of this, but with a racing pulse and a heavy dread to leaden her limbs, it was probably miracle enough that she was able to control her breathing at all.
Being carried was... a little embarrassing, though. Even whilst under the cloak, clinging to Deimos' broad back and privy to the steady, calm heartbeats of the former General, Seren kept glancing around nervously. Afraid someone would see them, and laugh. Surely this had to look ridiculous.
Maintaining a steady pulse of gravity to lighten herself as much as she could, the girl held Deimos' bag wedged firmly between herself and the Sword, to keep any of the bottles and items within from clattering. Her own contributions to this endeavor lay in herself, and her presence; unarmed save for a dagger at her belt. Terrified that it might end up needed. Worried sick about a tendency for night to trail after her moving limbs - of all times, why did her powers have to change now?
She kept hoping that the enchanted cloak would be able to shield that too. And that moving herself not at all would keep from triggering... whatever it was.
- Seren is being carried on Deimos back, using Gravity Pulse on herself to make her as light as possible, and is keeping Deimos Bag of Holding wedged between them so nothing will rattle.
Magic: Gravity Pulse | Can increase or decrease gravity within 15ft of her body. When used on herself she can jump higher/take larger bouncier steps/hover 10ft off the ground /etc, or root herself or something/someone else in place (Must have a str of +15 to move her/the item). Not effective against large structures like houses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
- She is doing her best to remain very very still and motionless so that her passive magic won't give them away.
- She is carrying 1 dagger at her belt.
Being carried was... a little embarrassing, though. Even whilst under the cloak, clinging to Deimos' broad back and privy to the steady, calm heartbeats of the former General, Seren kept glancing around nervously. Afraid someone would see them, and laugh. Surely this had to look ridiculous.
Maintaining a steady pulse of gravity to lighten herself as much as she could, the girl held Deimos' bag wedged firmly between herself and the Sword, to keep any of the bottles and items within from clattering. Her own contributions to this endeavor lay in herself, and her presence; unarmed save for a dagger at her belt. Terrified that it might end up needed. Worried sick about a tendency for night to trail after her moving limbs - of all times, why did her powers have to change now?
She kept hoping that the enchanted cloak would be able to shield that too. And that moving herself not at all would keep from triggering... whatever it was.
- Seren is being carried on Deimos back, using Gravity Pulse on herself to make her as light as possible, and is keeping Deimos Bag of Holding wedged between them so nothing will rattle.
Magic: Gravity Pulse | Can increase or decrease gravity within 15ft of her body. When used on herself she can jump higher/take larger bouncier steps/hover 10ft off the ground /etc, or root herself or something/someone else in place (Must have a str of +15 to move her/the item). Not effective against large structures like houses.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
- She is doing her best to remain very very still and motionless so that her passive magic won't give them away.
- She is carrying 1 dagger at her belt.
Seren
