There was a wrathful demon. The ones formed of fire. Destroyed my arrows.
[ Hence, the peelings of bark falling to one side of her, the stripped sticks, the ones yet to be assaulted.
But her work halts as she listens, her flicking back up to Araceli's face and then down again to her hand. 'Distracting' is the word that has her jaw firm up and her eyes flicker, and she is silent for a moment where she sits. She'd never seen the Herald, only really heard her story in retrospect when the sky was sealed, but it's the description of the little green sliver of mysterious magic that continued on. ]
Perhaps they called Trevelyan demon too, ah? Walking from the fade, marked as that, well before she was a martyr. [ She returns her focus to her work. ] Somewhere in between these things, she was a hero.
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[ Hence, the peelings of bark falling to one side of her, the stripped sticks, the ones yet to be assaulted.
But her work halts as she listens, her flicking back up to Araceli's face and then down again to her hand. 'Distracting' is the word that has her jaw firm up and her eyes flicker, and she is silent for a moment where she sits. She'd never seen the Herald, only really heard her story in retrospect when the sky was sealed, but it's the description of the little green sliver of mysterious magic that continued on. ]
Perhaps they called Trevelyan demon too, ah? Walking from the fade, marked as that, well before she was a martyr. [ She returns her focus to her work. ] Somewhere in between these things, she was a hero.