Ingrid
Oh shit, Ingrid thought as the wind picked up, making it impossible to see and hear.
"I've seen them, but only while running in the opposite direction," she answered. She was already feeling out of breath. Fuck. Where the hell had this storm come from?
Survival odds in this weather? Not fucking great... Am I prepared to die here?
Ingrid's hand felt for the flask she carried with her at all times. It was far too light, meaning it was completely...
Empty?? Fuck no. I am not going down without my booze.
"Dear Gods, I'm asking that you please guide us safely to the Citadel!"
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OOC: If this situation counts as real danger/life-threatening (I can't quite tell?), Ingrid is using her channeling! If not, I tried to leave it so it could also be seen as a prayer.
"I've seen them, but only while running in the opposite direction," she answered. She was already feeling out of breath. Fuck. Where the hell had this storm come from?
Survival odds in this weather? Not fucking great... Am I prepared to die here?
Ingrid's hand felt for the flask she carried with her at all times. It was far too light, meaning it was completely...
Empty?? Fuck no. I am not going down without my booze.
"Dear Gods, I'm asking that you please guide us safely to the Citadel!"
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OOC: If this situation counts as real danger/life-threatening (I can't quite tell?), Ingrid is using her channeling! If not, I tried to leave it so it could also be seen as a prayer.
