[ Adra's impressed--not that he'd come into this underestimating Belthazar in the least, of course. But he'd known the boy was a mage, and mages did not typically double as archers. He sweeps his hand, and another blast of searing, purifying magic bursts forth, burning the remaining 'children' down to a crisp.
Several boxes of chocolate hit the ground on the wichts' defeat, thumping softly as they strike the dirt. The wind picks up around them, swirling harsh and angry, and the playful scene before them shifts. Desolation rushes in as the seeming crowds fade away, as shadows draw up around them, peering and hissing.
Adra scowls, picking up a box, drawing out the map. ]
That was well done, Bel. Are you all right?
[ He runs his fingers over the map, his thoughts concerned with only one thing: protecting his son. ]
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Several boxes of chocolate hit the ground on the wichts' defeat, thumping softly as they strike the dirt. The wind picks up around them, swirling harsh and angry, and the playful scene before them shifts. Desolation rushes in as the seeming crowds fade away, as shadows draw up around them, peering and hissing.
Adra scowls, picking up a box, drawing out the map. ]
That was well done, Bel. Are you all right?
[ He runs his fingers over the map, his thoughts concerned with only one thing: protecting his son. ]