Great. The wraith is back.
Naya looks longingly back to the salt ring still lying undisturbed a few feet away, but it appears the prince knows this one, even calling her ‘Livia’, so the human supposed she was safe for the time being. Still, their terse meeting earlier that morning had left a sour taste in the witch’s mouth. Then the shadowy figure summons forth her skeleton minions and Naya relaxes just a touch so she can better appreciate them.
They were just darling, weren't they?
The angel draws Naya’s attention when she reaches up, her fingertips just barely ghosting along the edges of Asher’s wings. “Your wings…they're so beautiful,” the redhead murmurs softly, the edges of her lips upturned into a small smile. The image would have been strikingly lovely, except the ethereal being chooses this moment to wretch, black blood pooling from her mouth and running down her chin in macabre rivulets.
Naya is crouched next to her in an instant, rolling the angel on her side to prevent her from choking on her own vomit and her front is facing the fire’s scorching heat. "Let it out, little dove,” the witch soothes, brushing back the scarlet strands of hair to keep them from being sullied even farther.
“Where...Am I…?”
“Where you are is none of your concern child, do as you are told and no harm need befall you.”
Naya snorts. This Livia’s bedside manner left a little something to be desired. “You're in the Deathwood, Angel,” the brunette says, ignoring the spirit’s previous comment and unraveling her long scarf again. The frost that had begun to form on the other woman’s face has started to melt, but it'll be back the second they move her away from the blaze. “I'm sorry, but we’re going to have to bind your wings down,” Naya informs the angel, flashing her what was meant to be an encouraging smile. “Just until I can fix them.”
“Prince,” Naya starts, shifting her gaze back to the demon. “I need you to hold her up so I can wrap them,” she informs, nodding to the angel's injured wings. “Be sure to keep her close to the fire.”
“Just sit her up, nice and slow. You can even hold her in your lap, if that would make you feel better.”
@Sarcelle Renard@Karos@Ace of flames01@SouffleGirl123
Naya looks longingly back to the salt ring still lying undisturbed a few feet away, but it appears the prince knows this one, even calling her ‘Livia’, so the human supposed she was safe for the time being. Still, their terse meeting earlier that morning had left a sour taste in the witch’s mouth. Then the shadowy figure summons forth her skeleton minions and Naya relaxes just a touch so she can better appreciate them.
They were just darling, weren't they?
The angel draws Naya’s attention when she reaches up, her fingertips just barely ghosting along the edges of Asher’s wings. “Your wings…they're so beautiful,” the redhead murmurs softly, the edges of her lips upturned into a small smile. The image would have been strikingly lovely, except the ethereal being chooses this moment to wretch, black blood pooling from her mouth and running down her chin in macabre rivulets.
Naya is crouched next to her in an instant, rolling the angel on her side to prevent her from choking on her own vomit and her front is facing the fire’s scorching heat. "Let it out, little dove,” the witch soothes, brushing back the scarlet strands of hair to keep them from being sullied even farther.
“Where...Am I…?”
“Where you are is none of your concern child, do as you are told and no harm need befall you.”
Naya snorts. This Livia’s bedside manner left a little something to be desired. “You're in the Deathwood, Angel,” the brunette says, ignoring the spirit’s previous comment and unraveling her long scarf again. The frost that had begun to form on the other woman’s face has started to melt, but it'll be back the second they move her away from the blaze. “I'm sorry, but we’re going to have to bind your wings down,” Naya informs the angel, flashing her what was meant to be an encouraging smile. “Just until I can fix them.”
“Prince,” Naya starts, shifting her gaze back to the demon. “I need you to hold her up so I can wrap them,” she informs, nodding to the angel's injured wings. “Be sure to keep her close to the fire.”
“Just sit her up, nice and slow. You can even hold her in your lap, if that would make you feel better.”
@Sarcelle Renard@Karos@Ace of flames01@SouffleGirl123