Optimism and not giving up often seemed like it was a good thing, and Rexanna had done it for nearly all of her life. But it was also one of her faults, to a point, and one she had slowly begun realizing as soon as her knife hit the worm and its attention moved to her. She watched as its body raised before her, and she tried to scoot back the best she could in the mud to avoid the hit. The fox, however, launched itself at it and bit down hard – hard enough that the worm was knocked off it’s trajectory by a small amount.
Enough for Rexanna to be able to roll out of the way.
When she had, she finally stood, and looked to the fox with an apologetic smile. “I think… Maybe we should just run.” She wanted to try and joke, to offer a grin in his direction, but her pride was hurt a bit – and her ankle was sore and she wasn’t ready to try and fight off the larger ones without refilling her magic at least a bit. In fact, the long knife she had transmuted still remained in the large worm and she wasn’t even willing to go and try and retrieve it.
She stepped back from the puddle and the worms, over their fallen brethren and looked to the fox. “Let’s get a safe distance away.” She panted to him, now that her adrenaline had begun to run off. Perhaps the fox might run away, having only stuck around because she did too. Or perhaps he might come with her – judging by the muddy puddles, he likely could use a bath too. And while Rexanna certainly didn’t look dirty, she could feel it beneath the glamour like a coat of oil.
Enough for Rexanna to be able to roll out of the way.
When she had, she finally stood, and looked to the fox with an apologetic smile. “I think… Maybe we should just run.” She wanted to try and joke, to offer a grin in his direction, but her pride was hurt a bit – and her ankle was sore and she wasn’t ready to try and fight off the larger ones without refilling her magic at least a bit. In fact, the long knife she had transmuted still remained in the large worm and she wasn’t even willing to go and try and retrieve it.
She stepped back from the puddle and the worms, over their fallen brethren and looked to the fox. “Let’s get a safe distance away.” She panted to him, now that her adrenaline had begun to run off. Perhaps the fox might run away, having only stuck around because she did too. Or perhaps he might come with her – judging by the muddy puddles, he likely could use a bath too. And while Rexanna certainly didn’t look dirty, she could feel it beneath the glamour like a coat of oil.
