[She holds on. There's little ease she can do, other then ensure that there is a flow of mana between them, flowing sure and strong, keeping them both fine and well. There is a need to adjust and make carefully comfortable at intervals; her thighs, at one point, start to ache from keeping a grip on Sion as they go still higher and higher.
And yet...(though there is a part of her that wishes to scold and sigh, to roll her eyes, even as they keep up quiet banter until the winds make it near impossible...
...and shadows that had been far away draw ever nearer. Oh. Her eyes widen, and she takes in a sharp breath. Now she has seen some things. Battled against evil. But these? There is only one way to sum them up:
Freaks of nature.
The arms flap as if they flailing for balance, with fearsome beaks and tails long and lush. But more importantly, they appear to be wind riders and...this could get bad. Very, very bad.]
Wind riders. Some manner of bird with human arms; I know not their names.
[She takes in a deep breath, meditative and she reaches within herself for her mana. For fire. Adra had been more help and a terror when he assisted her in finding her desires and magic.]
Throw them into the furnace of fire!
[Flame flows forth from her suddenly outstretched palm, her gaze under her hair of steel and determination. She doesn't know what Alice will do, but...in this case, heat is all she can offer, a distraction, a probe, and pain for the creatures about to set upon them.]
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And yet...(though there is a part of her that wishes to scold and sigh, to roll her eyes, even as they keep up quiet banter until the winds make it near impossible...
...and shadows that had been far away draw ever nearer. Oh. Her eyes widen, and she takes in a sharp breath. Now she has seen some things. Battled against evil. But these? There is only one way to sum them up:
Freaks of nature.
The arms flap as if they flailing for balance, with fearsome beaks and tails long and lush. But more importantly, they appear to be wind riders and...this could get bad. Very, very bad.]
Wind riders. Some manner of bird with human arms; I know not their names.
[She takes in a deep breath, meditative and she reaches within herself for her mana. For fire. Adra had been more help and a terror when he assisted her in finding her desires and magic.]
Throw them into the furnace of fire!
[Flame flows forth from her suddenly outstretched palm, her gaze under her hair of steel and determination. She doesn't know what Alice will do, but...in this case, heat is all she can offer, a distraction, a probe, and pain for the creatures about to set upon them.]