What a lovely way to burn
She’s not entirely sure why she’d stayed. It had seemed like a Not Terrible idea at the time, but now she’s wondering if she had really gone and fucked it up. Especially after the vision. Gods, she’d been so tempted. She’d been spoiling for a fight, but she’s also not an idiot. Seriously, who wouldn’t find something a little odd about a mage-god sending out visions enticing the weak-willed and weak-minded to come fight his battles for him? Downright sketchy, in her opinion. Besides, she’s not into fighting other people’s battles. Sounds damned lazy if you ask her.
Which they hadn’t, of course. Not that that has ever stopped her from handing out her opinions left and right.
But now she’s edgy, plucking the frayed threads of her imagination as she tries to figure out what had actually happened and what she should do about it. Not that it’s helping, of course. Just making her even more edgy.
And so, when the earth rumbles and the lands shift as the gods send out their warnings, Element nearly explodes out of her skin. I’d say figuratively, but it seems to have a pretty literal side-effect, given the sudden draft of flame that bursts from around her and into the trees. With a low growl, she quickly gathers the escaped flame and snuffs it out before it can spread too far into the dry autumn forest.
Irritable as hell she might be, but that doesn’t mean she wants to accidentally burn down the forest.
Wings settling loosely at her sides, she stalks through the trees just in time to see a body disappearing on the other side of a small clearing. Immediately she straightens, wings flaring slightly as her attention piques. “Hey!” she shouts as she bursts into a trot, footfalls thudding heavily against the earth beneath the weight of her large frame. “HEY!”
No way he didn’t hear her. But hey, she’d never made any claims to subtlety anyway.
