I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Weaver seems to be just within the radius as she falls back, throwing up her wall of flames - which in turn makes the Ascended lean back, her hands going out like a beginner to grab onto the energy she feels. The fire is dangerous. And it’s so close. Wessex tries to dampen them, put them out and leave the way open for her to charge again. Except that her Upgraded magic isn’t as strong as Weaver’s Mastered magic, and the flames still linger. An idea pops into her head. She tries to go around, darting around to the left side, her feet scrambling to find a proper purchase in the sand.
Or so it may seem - in reality, she’s trying to throw up enough sand to douse one part of the remaining flames. But before she can throw another biopulse at her, she feels Loki’s presence, the little black dragonling flying furiously towards them fully intent on giving Weaver what’s what for threatening her bonded. If she gets close enough, Loki will release an energy blast of blue light at the girl. A baby one, but one nonetheless
Or so it may seem - in reality, she’s trying to throw up enough sand to douse one part of the remaining flames. But before she can throw another biopulse at her, she feels Loki’s presence, the little black dragonling flying furiously towards them fully intent on giving Weaver what’s what for threatening her bonded. If she gets close enough, Loki will release an energy blast of blue light at the girl. A baby one, but one nonetheless
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
