dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
She knows she’s not welcome there. She knows it’s forbidden.
But there is something dangerous happening in the Greatwood - she can hear it, the crackling of flame amongst the drybrush. She can smell it, the acrid tang of a fire that is not for cooking. Wessex hisses to herself and closes her eyes, knowing that she can escape if need be, but perhaps - perhaps some kind of blanket atonement can be applied here. Perhaps intentions can be recognized where they were not before.
And then there’s the fire. Wessex teleports in, arriving behind Deimos, and casts her cloak aside. She comes to his side and tries to feed off his fire magic, adding her own, slight control of it to his mastered manipulation, while staying far enough from the fire so as to not endanger her fluid. “Following your lead, General.” Which means she’ll need verbal directions. With 95% of her concentration on the fire, she manages to pull Remi’s crystal from beneath her breastplate and hold it towards the General. “Spare some fire magic in case shit gets bad?” she asks, hoping he can direct a little her way, and then she can double his efforts in the next moment.
If worse comes to worse - if she can get close enough, she can take the source elsewhere. But she doesn't really want to risk touching the firey luxere and dying if she doesn't have to.
But there is something dangerous happening in the Greatwood - she can hear it, the crackling of flame amongst the drybrush. She can smell it, the acrid tang of a fire that is not for cooking. Wessex hisses to herself and closes her eyes, knowing that she can escape if need be, but perhaps - perhaps some kind of blanket atonement can be applied here. Perhaps intentions can be recognized where they were not before.
And then there’s the fire. Wessex teleports in, arriving behind Deimos, and casts her cloak aside. She comes to his side and tries to feed off his fire magic, adding her own, slight control of it to his mastered manipulation, while staying far enough from the fire so as to not endanger her fluid. “Following your lead, General.” Which means she’ll need verbal directions. With 95% of her concentration on the fire, she manages to pull Remi’s crystal from beneath her breastplate and hold it towards the General. “Spare some fire magic in case shit gets bad?” she asks, hoping he can direct a little her way, and then she can double his efforts in the next moment.
If worse comes to worse - if she can get close enough, she can take the source elsewhere. But she doesn't really want to risk touching the firey luxere and dying if she doesn't have to.
