Banned
Ceria found herself unable to look away as the man's murderer comment hit bone deep. Right as he said it, she was then forced to watch as he disappeared amid a blast of energy. Their mage, Ulor if she remembered his name correctly, had finished off the bugger. Arthera's "You chose this life, instigator" rang in the elf's ears as she found herself studying their resident mage. He had disappeared out of thin air only to appear seemingly none the worse for wear. Then she saw it. The quirky fellow had had his one faithful eight-legged flying companion and now that companion was nowhere to be seen.
She wondered if Ulor had merely desummoned him, but one look at the pain in Ulor's eyes told her all she needed to know. It had been the same look that she had worn for her first deer kill. The same look as she had seen the life bleed out of those innocent, pleading brown eyes. The memory shuddered out from her in the form of a small gasp as Ceria Verkorcoran looked away from Ulor and down at the ground deep in thought. She moved over closer to Arthera in preparation for the scolding lecture she would no doubt receive. The two of them had a positively strange relationship in that they were both essentially equals, but when one did something the other disliked, that other typically lectured the first at length. Ceria fondly remembered their first squabble after the duo had just joined forces and Ceria wanted to stop in a town for supplies whilst the primalist had wished to keep going. Their voices had grown so loud that they'd drawn the town watchmen inadvertently and ended up being led into town anyway.
All of this reminiscence was done in the space of a heartbeat as the elf watched Daisy try to placate what was left of the panicked crowd. Some of the residents seemed to be hesitantly edging their way back towards their market stalls and wagons. Thankfully their drawn-out battle did not seem to have caused all that much collateral damage. Surprising really, given how much ice and deadly projectiles had flown about.
She wondered if Ulor had merely desummoned him, but one look at the pain in Ulor's eyes told her all she needed to know. It had been the same look that she had worn for her first deer kill. The same look as she had seen the life bleed out of those innocent, pleading brown eyes. The memory shuddered out from her in the form of a small gasp as Ceria Verkorcoran looked away from Ulor and down at the ground deep in thought. She moved over closer to Arthera in preparation for the scolding lecture she would no doubt receive. The two of them had a positively strange relationship in that they were both essentially equals, but when one did something the other disliked, that other typically lectured the first at length. Ceria fondly remembered their first squabble after the duo had just joined forces and Ceria wanted to stop in a town for supplies whilst the primalist had wished to keep going. Their voices had grown so loud that they'd drawn the town watchmen inadvertently and ended up being led into town anyway.
All of this reminiscence was done in the space of a heartbeat as the elf watched Daisy try to placate what was left of the panicked crowd. Some of the residents seemed to be hesitantly edging their way back towards their market stalls and wagons. Thankfully their drawn-out battle did not seem to have caused all that much collateral damage. Surprising really, given how much ice and deadly projectiles had flown about.
