Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE ”But... I don’t really know what’s happening.” Caiside pointed out with a frown, trying to put everything together. Something of Amalia was being eaten, not her body, but he was clever enough to know that not all things made physical wounds. Before he can ponder it further, a shout from the clearing draws his attention. Whatever he thought he had understood is blown away in an instant, the scene in the clearing answering nothing and leaving him with more questions. ”What happened? Is that... Delah?” Caiside retreats back a handful of steps, until he is safely in the circles of spriggans again. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.