It hits, or perhaps she (it) lets it hit.
Stumbling, she falls to her knees which crunch in the snow. A sound like a wounded animal leaves her trembling lips as her hands shakily touch against her chest where the bolt struck. It has seared away her dress revealing fragile and pale skin. Softly she traces where the flesh is now puckered and red. "With the ice....it didn't burn. " She says softly, almost in awe.
"Please," She begs, looking up with starlight eyes. "There's so much you never showed me....so much I never had the chance to ask...please can't we, now?" Aoife reaches out with a hand smeared in blood, her fingers trembling in the light from his antlers.
Stumbling, she falls to her knees which crunch in the snow. A sound like a wounded animal leaves her trembling lips as her hands shakily touch against her chest where the bolt struck. It has seared away her dress revealing fragile and pale skin. Softly she traces where the flesh is now puckered and red. "With the ice....it didn't burn. " She says softly, almost in awe.
"Please," She begs, looking up with starlight eyes. "There's so much you never showed me....so much I never had the chance to ask...please can't we, now?" Aoife reaches out with a hand smeared in blood, her fingers trembling in the light from his antlers.
