Aella weaved her way through the group, desperate to not get seperated from him. Sparks flew dangerously from her finger tips anytime the spearmen got to close, her eyes darting back and forth. The sensation of bugs crawling against her skin ran up her arms and back, but every time she checked, there was nothing but gooseflesh along her pale freckled skin. She shivered, looking back at Ciro when he spoke. Akin to a dog, her head tilted curiously, not quite understanding the vague detail.
Then, just as she stumbled over a conveniently placed pebble due to her gaze being averted from the path, she realized what he meant. "It's not your fault, you know." She told him quietly, no longer looking at him. Maybe due to the fact she didn't want to stumble again, maybe due to how loud it was in the Borealean market. Or both. "What they did was...horrible. They had no right to rid the unicorn of its horn. They're monsters for doing so. But many people are monsters." She thought of the other unicorn horn above the Chief's chair, twisted and gleaming despite the dull light. And the dragons skull, perched higher up, staring down with bare eye sockets at the strange group. There was no doubt that the dragon had once been a mighty king of the mountains before the Rugæ had slain it, and took its skull as a prize, as if they hadn't stolen a life.
"Not you, though. You tried. I had no doubt that it would have worked out fine if they hadn't decided to be absolute idiots." A sliver of her enclosed rage slipped out in her last words, joined by a sudden shower of sparks that ran down on the ground around her, narrowly missing Ciro. She stomped them out quickly, silencing her anger as quickly as it had appeared. "Don't blame yourself for something you didn't have any control over. Even if you want to."
“Uhhhh,” Noah asked. “With the flying lion.” What was the word? Oh yeah, griffin. “With the griffin.” The curly-haired boy had been streaking away from it when he last saw him.
After taking some time to pick from the different types of alluring stews, Hana finally decided on the same one as Cam. “Me as well” she spoke, pointing at the stew with dark meat. She surely wasn’t going to risk her stomach by having the spicy stew. Who knew what was included to make the concoction spicy. When she heard Emma mention Alex, and how Blair wandered off, she remained undisturbed knowing Take was most likely going to question her.
Take made disturbed face, Who the hell is Alex? Is he part of our group? He looked in the direction that Emma pointed in, and as much as he wanted to take off and go look for Blair, he had to make sure Emma had something to eat. “Come here.” he beckoned, “What do you wanna eat?” he asked, picking her up so she could see the different varieties of stew. “You want vegetable soup? or one with meat?”
whoopsAella shot Korim a glare, not too pleased that he had interrupted her and Ciro's (non existent) conversation. She stepped forward, looking down at the little glass bird in Kipp's hand. It looked like it was nothing but maybe a children's toy or a strange decoration. Her hand shot out, snatching the little bird from Kipp's hand, none too gently, and examined it for herself. "You want me to burn a kid's toy?" She questioned, a little concerned for the mentality of the strange boy. Not that her's was any better. "Okay. I guess I can do that." She shrugged. Spark's grew into small dancing flames on the tips of her fingers tips, and for a moment she paused and watching them with sincere fascination, even though she had seen them millions of times before. Gently, she pressed a flame against the bird's beak, unsure of what would happen next.
well
ya know what
these are useless in the actual rp at this point
might's'll put em here
I'm watching you kynard : )))))) 👁I—
I don't know
