Alys Glasse
Of course Deimos could scare it away. Somehow the assertion didn't surprise Alys, who merely nodded in agreement. "Let's do it," she said softly, leaning to peer at the ursur, which was snuffling its way ever closer to the herd. They were running out of time, and with a plan solidly in place, Alys took a deep breath, then called upon her magic.
She'd been practicing since last she and Deimos met, and her stamina and strength had greatly improved. She was able to cast larger creations now, and hold them for longer, though she still couldn't send them much further away. It was still a challenge to conjure a young luxere, only a few days old, using the nearby herd to inform its shape and mannerisms. She sent it, cavorting and leaping, from behind a nearby rock and straight into the ursur's path, where it promptly slid to a halt, bleated with fear, and started to scramble away, towards the rock behind which Alys and Deimos sat.
She'd been practicing since last she and Deimos met, and her stamina and strength had greatly improved. She was able to cast larger creations now, and hold them for longer, though she still couldn't send them much further away. It was still a challenge to conjure a young luxere, only a few days old, using the nearby herd to inform its shape and mannerisms. She sent it, cavorting and leaping, from behind a nearby rock and straight into the ursur's path, where it promptly slid to a halt, bleated with fear, and started to scramble away, towards the rock behind which Alys and Deimos sat.
