<Autumn>
@LittleFae Peering around the corner you see another alleyway, sparsely populated by a few discarded crates, refuse, and the occasional door lining the backs of buildings. A lone, hooded figure is the only person you can see, standing in the alley across from a wooden doorway, their face turned away and obscured. Their cloak is simplistic, made from a dark material and fairly plain apart from the lighter coloured trim of their sleeves and hood.
The two figures you had been following were gone, and so was the glimmer of purple light you had seen. Alone the hooded figure stood, staring towards the door across from them for a while. For nearly a minute they simply watched, staring at the shop's back as if waiting for someone, or to be let in. Eventually though they lowered their head and turned, walking down the alley and away from you.
<Sage>
@Rabidporcupine The elder's expression was stern and unyielding even as your magic had worked, the only visible reaction she had given you being when you fell to the ground in exhaustion. She still looked unhappy as you stood, but though difficult to tell it's possible her mood had improved now that the street was somewhat repaired. As you finished giving your apologies, she gave a soft huff of annoyance, taking a moment to contemplate her response before speaking.
"You can help, by not doing anything like that again until you're well outside the city. Next time you will be arrested. We can't have people using magic willy nilly, it can be dangerous. There's laws for these things," Glint lectured, a hint of exhaustion underneath her commanding tone. Apparently done with you she made a shooing motion, turning away and leaving to apparently inspect your work, two knights approaching her as soon as she had left you be.
[Tirñea]
"If he isn't arrested I suppose we can speak with him," Veronica mused, her tone suggesting she hoped that the Sage would be taken away for questioning.
Tirñea didn't blame the knight. She herself did not appreciate how bluntly this man had intruded on their day, but he seemed to know what he spoke of. Perhaps he'd have something to say that was worth listening to, or at the very least offer a better apology. He had claimed to be seeking a butcher, maybe if he were to help feed Sierpe then there would be a chance he could be forgiven.
Sierpe had picked up on the idea of food, he always did, and Tirñea felt him shift deep beneath the earth. The beast master put the thought out of her head so she wouldn't tease her friend, and waited with Veronica until the elder finally seemed to be done with him. On his own now, Tirñea looked to Veronica and motioned that the two of them reapproach the sage. Veronica nodded and strode towards the man purposefully, Tirñea following close behind.
"You, arro- ara... annoying man," Tirñea called out as they approached Sage, failing to remember the pronunciation of 'arrogant'. "If you are wanting to talk, we will talk of familiars. But only for to feed them. You buying Sierpe food to say sorry, and he may forgive you," Tirñea challenged, not knowing where a butcher might be but certain that Veronica would.
[Calieo]
The creature was panicking, at least it seemed to be. First running from it's failed attack, and now that Chambala had joined the assault it didn't seem to know what to do. The flaming trinket Chambala had tossed at the thing caused it to flinch, halting it's momentum for long enough that the huntress could channel some other form of magic. To Calieo's surprise, Chambala began to spit flames at the creature, further deterring it's approach causing it to spin and dance wildly while trying to decide on a direction to flee in. Chambala shouted towards Rebecca, who seemed to be fumbling with the strange device she hauled around, and before she could take aim with it the amorphous mass was once again barreling straight towards Denise's horse.
With a heavy slap the stone fist contacted the creature, it practically leaping into the strike. It's form shifted and distorted, rolling over and past the horse's massive arm in an attempt to cling to it. Then in one swift motion it surged off the side of Helvyra, it's flesh burnt and lacerated where it had contacted the horse. Bounding and rolling away, it's escape path was no longer exposed as it fled deep into the tall grass, apparently having escaped. It's flesh had left a translucent, blue gel like substance on Helvyra's arm, the goo sizzling and turning to smoke even as the horse recovered from the recoil of being used like a springboard. The substance smelt foul, and Calieo was quick to notice.
"OH!" she roared in disgust, slowing the swing of her weapon so she could instead focus on trying to cover her nose. As the blue substance boiled against the heat of the flames, it turned into a wispy, heavy hanging smoke that smelt worse than a thousand Muskox in the summer. The scent was almost acidic, burning at the nostrils and making it hard to focus on anything else. As the last of the substance dried out and flaked away, the smell began to dissipate, but still lingered in the air with the wisps of smoke.
"What a VILE thing," Calieo shouted to nobody, channeling her discomfort as a brief tantrum before lowering her hand from her face with a shudder. "We must escape this green before it assaults us again, Helvyra, go," the knight commanded, pointing towards the wall of unflattened grass that stood before the group. Though she tried to hide it, it was obvious the attack had stressed Calieo a fair bit. The encounter was alien to her, and she disliked the fact that such a thing could have surprised her in such a way.
