Alys's yelp made it all worthwhile - even getting hit a few times earlier! Tal prowled after her retreat, relying on his Goggles to see the truth through her illusions, but also using his ears to listen for the crunch of snow beneath booted feet, and the gasp of breath in the chilly Halovian air. He knew from their chat in the tavern that her magic couldn't extend very far, and if he was close enough to see it in action, then he was close enough to--
"Gotcha!"
The gleeful yell came a moment after he'd thrown one of his snowballs at Alys's unprotected back. He held the second ready as a threat of retaliation in case she returned fire, but he was laughing as he rested his other hand on his hip and grinned at her.
"Ready t'call a truce?"
"Gotcha!"
The gleeful yell came a moment after he'd thrown one of his snowballs at Alys's unprotected back. He held the second ready as a threat of retaliation in case she returned fire, but he was laughing as he rested his other hand on his hip and grinned at her.
"Ready t'call a truce?"
