Aurelia
Much to her delight, he does catch the fireball. For a brief moment, the spirit of the game is there as he enrages the fire with his own magic. In that moment, Aurelia wonders if she will have to catch this beast of a ball. Then all it takes is a whisper of recedence, and the wind takes the flames on its gusts.
A disappointed frown works across her chin. "Ah, you're no fun!" She calls to him, letting her arms fall to her side in exasperation.
At this point she thinks it might be over, that he may call it in favor of giving her a more detailed lecture on how's or why's. Which she wouldn't be totally opposed to. She's interested in hearing what he might have to say, but things were just starting to get interesting.
Only, he's snuffed out the start of her game in order to return her attentions to the real task at hand. She gets it, she guesses. They are here to train, after all.
The vines loop towards her with merciless reaches and at first she can only watch in horror as they wind towards her with impossible speed and single-minded intent. Sentient vines are something she's all too familiar with. It sharply brings back a memory from a place she no longer resides, of vines twisting around her limbs with intent to feast. She still bears the scars.
Another flame crests from her matchbook. It quickly leaps for vines that reach towards her, to singe them at the ends, to catch onto them and build across their exposed bits. The flames spread, if they can, but she focuses on backing up and trying to keep the vines closest to her at bay. Panic shakes through her, though, widens her eyes. One of the tendrils snags around her leg, an oversight on her part, and she tumbles down with an involuntary shout. "Damn it!" She grits her teeth, flames lost.
A disappointed frown works across her chin. "Ah, you're no fun!" She calls to him, letting her arms fall to her side in exasperation.
At this point she thinks it might be over, that he may call it in favor of giving her a more detailed lecture on how's or why's. Which she wouldn't be totally opposed to. She's interested in hearing what he might have to say, but things were just starting to get interesting.
Only, he's snuffed out the start of her game in order to return her attentions to the real task at hand. She gets it, she guesses. They are here to train, after all.
The vines loop towards her with merciless reaches and at first she can only watch in horror as they wind towards her with impossible speed and single-minded intent. Sentient vines are something she's all too familiar with. It sharply brings back a memory from a place she no longer resides, of vines twisting around her limbs with intent to feast. She still bears the scars.
Another flame crests from her matchbook. It quickly leaps for vines that reach towards her, to singe them at the ends, to catch onto them and build across their exposed bits. The flames spread, if they can, but she focuses on backing up and trying to keep the vines closest to her at bay. Panic shakes through her, though, widens her eyes. One of the tendrils snags around her leg, an oversight on her part, and she tumbles down with an involuntary shout. "Damn it!" She grits her teeth, flames lost.
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
