Fuck. She’d almost had it. Had jingled the damn thing between her fingers and screwed her chance at grabbing it. And no, the bell wasn’t worth getting impaled for, and she’s thankful she was fast enough to get out of it’s way. Zariah barks an order to Loren, and Weaver notices how he choses Maea and not her to interfere with. She wonders for a split second if she ought to be flattered or concerned. Maybe he was coming up with a better plan for how to ruin her chances.
She does not dwell on it, already trying to come up with a plan B when she’d barely had a plan A. She grabs the lantern again and fishes some tinder out of her pocket (because any good Halovian carries tinder like a modern girl carries tampons - everywhere). She lights the pieces of tinder with the lantern, a process made quick and easy through the use of her magic, as she works her way toward Maea and the piece of meat. Sorry Maea, she thinks, as she throws the fire toward the meat, aiming to get the bits of fire in something vaguely like a circle around the meat.
Like before, she’s hoping to distract the ursur, hoping to confuse it as it tries to get at its snack. She keeps the flames alive with magic, letting them flicker and dance, trying to make them look bigger by trickery even if she can’t actually grow the flames.
When the ursur gets close enough (since Weaver can’t stray too far from the fire) she moves toward it again, trying to stay out of its line of sight. Her plan is the same as before - sneak in, snag the bell, get out. She reaches out again, daring to get slightly closer this time. The possibility of just jumping on its back does cross her mind. Tusks couldn’t get her there, but she’s less sure how to get away in that case so she decides not to be a complete idiot.
As soon as she thinks she may have the bell, she darts away again.
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Weaver lights some tinder with the lantern/some magical aid and throws the fire pieces toward the meat, hoping to encircle it and make the ursur work for its snack. She continues to use her magic to keep the fire going and dancing. While it’s hopefully distracted, she sneaks in to try and snag the bell again before darting away.
She does not dwell on it, already trying to come up with a plan B when she’d barely had a plan A. She grabs the lantern again and fishes some tinder out of her pocket (because any good Halovian carries tinder like a modern girl carries tampons - everywhere). She lights the pieces of tinder with the lantern, a process made quick and easy through the use of her magic, as she works her way toward Maea and the piece of meat. Sorry Maea, she thinks, as she throws the fire toward the meat, aiming to get the bits of fire in something vaguely like a circle around the meat.
Like before, she’s hoping to distract the ursur, hoping to confuse it as it tries to get at its snack. She keeps the flames alive with magic, letting them flicker and dance, trying to make them look bigger by trickery even if she can’t actually grow the flames.
When the ursur gets close enough (since Weaver can’t stray too far from the fire) she moves toward it again, trying to stay out of its line of sight. Her plan is the same as before - sneak in, snag the bell, get out. She reaches out again, daring to get slightly closer this time. The possibility of just jumping on its back does cross her mind. Tusks couldn’t get her there, but she’s less sure how to get away in that case so she decides not to be a complete idiot.
As soon as she thinks she may have the bell, she darts away again.
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Weaver lights some tinder with the lantern/some magical aid and throws the fire pieces toward the meat, hoping to encircle it and make the ursur work for its snack. She continues to use her magic to keep the fire going and dancing. While it’s hopefully distracted, she sneaks in to try and snag the bell again before darting away.
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Quote by Charles Dickens
