Cordelia
Now, Cordelia was typically a lover of most creatures. Except most creatures weren't apparently made of lava and capable of burning your skin off your bones. Honey brown eyes widen as Ray attempts to reason with the thing. She takes a few steps back towards Deimos and draws her bow instead, notching an arrow into place should she need to attack, unwilling to take her eyes off of it. "I don't know that you'll be able to convince it..." The Attuned mutters under her breath, but she glances back at Deimos quickly, knowing what the Sword was likely thinking.
Cordelia gives a slight shake of her head, attempting to dissuade him from attacking outright, wanting to give Ray at least a chance to make peace before the squidling ended up merely a lava smear on the cave wall.
Cordelia prepares an arrow and tells Deimos to wait silently.
Cordelia gives a slight shake of her head, attempting to dissuade him from attacking outright, wanting to give Ray at least a chance to make peace before the squidling ended up merely a lava smear on the cave wall.
Cordelia prepares an arrow and tells Deimos to wait silently.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
