Not near enough for the lightning rod to provide much of a distraction for this portion of the storm, the bolts continue to rain down from the sky. One strikes a dark bay mare who has horns that grow down the length of her spine. Bucking, the smell of burning hair clouding every breath, the unicorns collectively balk and waver.
The grounds...the barrier? One wonders, offering Amalia a final chance to prove herself worthy of following away from everything they've ever known.
If you aren't going to take an 'action' this turn (if Wessex/Deimos/Bastien are just going to wait under the surface), then we can skip their turns and have Amalia post her reply to the unicorns.
The grounds...the barrier? One wonders, offering Amalia a final chance to prove herself worthy of following away from everything they've ever known.
If you aren't going to take an 'action' this turn (if Wessex/Deimos/Bastien are just going to wait under the surface), then we can skip their turns and have Amalia post her reply to the unicorns.
