in the bleak midwinter
A large metal bird sparks to life, flying toward Cian and Gideon. Spitting a curse under his breath, the Eye spins, blue eyes blazing. "Oh I don't think so." He all but growls, hurling the lighter in his pocket at the bird. His handy dandy knowtbook had told him all about Wessex's summoned creatures. Prudent to his situation now, was that they were very killable.
The lighter strikes the summoned beast, causing it to disappear.
Unable to see Wessex for her cloak, Cian narrows his eyes. Overhead a purple dragon appears. Long and ribbon-like, it hurls down directly towards the Wraith, invisible though she might be. Striking Wessex with all the impact of a feather, the demigod will find herself transported 15m away. Not terribly far, but farther than she'd like to be from Mabel, we can be sure. At least now she knows that dragons, or this purple one at least, have some way of sensing her.
The lighter strikes the summoned beast, causing it to disappear.
Unable to see Wessex for her cloak, Cian narrows his eyes. Overhead a purple dragon appears. Long and ribbon-like, it hurls down directly towards the Wraith, invisible though she might be. Striking Wessex with all the impact of a feather, the demigod will find herself transported 15m away. Not terribly far, but farther than she'd like to be from Mabel, we can be sure. At least now she knows that dragons, or this purple one at least, have some way of sensing her.
cian
