((Continuing from Prompt: What's in a Name?))
The Pact company was ready to press on from the golden city. Callista appreciated the place only because it affected a cheer in Zaree's spirits.
She had been surprised her angry outburst effectively earned Zaree respect from the Exalted. She hadn't been sure he'd heard the term Branded before, but he understood. And extended friendship to the sylvari.
Callista found Zaree waving goodbye to another Bastion. She darted forward to join Callista, sparing a momentary wistful look back. Then, the increasingly familiar look of angry determination settled on her face as she squared her shoulders to move on.
"I'm ready."
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Prompt: Bursting with Joy
((Takes place a little after the WM attack on DR))
Zaree fingered the silky pink petals blooming on her bow. It was plum wonderful.
The Exalted teaching had given her so much. She had never imagined how full of life the world could feel as a druid. It was nothing to Mordremoth's promise of power.
Better than- what's bigger than eleventy-hundred times?
Zaree giggled at the thought, rising up and testing the magical string of her loving crafted bow. Her joy spread a flourish of growth around her feet.
Her attention was caught from her finished labor by a bird fluttering down to land.
A letter from mother Diana!
Zaree fingered the silky pink petals blooming on her bow. It was plum wonderful.
The Exalted teaching had given her so much. She had never imagined how full of life the world could feel as a druid. It was nothing to Mordremoth's promise of power.
Better than- what's bigger than eleventy-hundred times?
Zaree giggled at the thought, rising up and testing the magical string of her loving crafted bow. Her joy spread a flourish of growth around her feet.
Her attention was caught from her finished labor by a bird fluttering down to land.
A letter from mother Diana!
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Prompt: What's in a Name?
((Continuing from Prompt: Anger))
As much as she disliked the scent of them, it was heartening to see Zaree's reaction to the Exalted. The sylvari's wide-eyed wonder was squashed soon enough, however.
"What is your business, Mordrem?" the golden being asked of her.
Callista saw Zaree stiffen.
She knew what it was like to hide your pain and hated to witness it in others.
"No more Mordrem than Glint was Branded." Callista's voice was low, rumbling with a growling undertone for the Exalted's hurtful address. Heads in her company turned, for even defending the Pale Reavers, she had maintained her calm voice of reason.
As much as she disliked the scent of them, it was heartening to see Zaree's reaction to the Exalted. The sylvari's wide-eyed wonder was squashed soon enough, however.
"What is your business, Mordrem?" the golden being asked of her.
Callista saw Zaree stiffen.
She knew what it was like to hide your pain and hated to witness it in others.
"No more Mordrem than Glint was Branded." Callista's voice was low, rumbling with a growling undertone for the Exalted's hurtful address. Heads in her company turned, for even defending the Pale Reavers, she had maintained her calm voice of reason.
Monday, March 6, 2017
Prompt: Unbearable Heat
((Continuing from Prompt: Dusty))
Her aunt's training came in handy, for Helen saw the anticipation of the Mantle's throw.
She dodged back, flames licking off the axe in her hand as she moved. The man was unnaturally fast, even her nimble move just saved her as she felt a sting against her cheek. He snarled at her, with teeth clenched so tight, Helen almost fancied she could hear them grinding. He stepped toward her, leaving the Seraph to his companions.
With the axe as a focus, she threw out a ring of fire. The unbearable heat of elementalist flames stopped him in his tracks.
Her aunt's training came in handy, for Helen saw the anticipation of the Mantle's throw.
She dodged back, flames licking off the axe in her hand as she moved. The man was unnaturally fast, even her nimble move just saved her as she felt a sting against her cheek. He snarled at her, with teeth clenched so tight, Helen almost fancied she could hear them grinding. He stepped toward her, leaving the Seraph to his companions.
With the axe as a focus, she threw out a ring of fire. The unbearable heat of elementalist flames stopped him in his tracks.
Prompt: Anger
((Continuing from Prompt: Looking Up))
It took some convincing to coax her sylvari friend to join her company.
Callista understood Zaree’s hesitation for she’d intervened days before, when a few soldiers came across some surviving Pale Reavers and nearly started a fight with their hostility to the elite squad.
Callista could read the shame in her posture like it was a magical aura she could smell. There was anger too. A lot of it. It was strange to see Zaree so furious.
Her determination to save her friends, even if that meant trying to fight Mordremoth on her own...
That was the Zaree she knew.
It took some convincing to coax her sylvari friend to join her company.
Callista understood Zaree’s hesitation for she’d intervened days before, when a few soldiers came across some surviving Pale Reavers and nearly started a fight with their hostility to the elite squad.
Callista could read the shame in her posture like it was a magical aura she could smell. There was anger too. A lot of it. It was strange to see Zaree so furious.
Her determination to save her friends, even if that meant trying to fight Mordremoth on her own...
That was the Zaree she knew.
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