Vivienne's response to this very real threat is bland, almost as if annoyed at its presence. She is no fool and recognizes the beast for the very real and immediate threat that it is. However, she'd prefer that everyone else get the impression she thinks it a trifling pest, a detraction from the far more important business she holds in this Maker-forsaken wilderness.
There is some quietly giddy thought dancing in the back of her mind that once it's quite dead, she'll be the talk of the Orlesian court and fools who try to play her will give it second (and third) thoughts. But like any well-crafted play in the Game, one does not simply rush in spells blazing. No, Madame de Fer is hanging back at a safe distance assessing its movements.
The only combative motion she makes at the first is to cast a Barrier on those with her. Certain irritations in the Inquisition can snark all they like about how she 'front loads her Barriers.' The truth remains that once a dragon has clawed someone in the gut, 'tis far too late for a Barrier. So stuff it.
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Vivienne's response to this very real threat is bland, almost as if annoyed at its presence. She is no fool and recognizes the beast for the very real and immediate threat that it is. However, she'd prefer that everyone else get the impression she thinks it a trifling pest, a detraction from the far more important business she holds in this Maker-forsaken wilderness.
There is some quietly giddy thought dancing in the back of her mind that once it's quite dead, she'll be the talk of the Orlesian court and fools who try to play her will give it second (and third) thoughts. But like any well-crafted play in the Game, one does not simply rush in spells blazing. No, Madame de Fer is hanging back at a safe distance assessing its movements.
The only combative motion she makes at the first is to cast a Barrier on those with her. Certain irritations in the Inquisition can snark all they like about how she 'front loads her Barriers.' The truth remains that once a dragon has clawed someone in the gut, 'tis far too late for a Barrier. So stuff it.