Alys Glasse
Alys was thrilled when her plan worked. Her wobbling fawn staggered toward their boulder, bleating weakly for its imaginary mother. The ursur followed, grumbling with excitement at the prospect of an easy meal. Alys concentrated, sweat beading on her forehead as she forced herself to maintain the illusion for just a bit longer. She just needed to lead it around the boulder and into Deimos's path -
It was then that she realized that she was leading the ursur directly to her. And that, perhaps, was not the brightest idea. As her illusion rounded the boulder, Alys let it die, scrambling backwards to hunker down behind Deimos. She crouched instinctively, hiding and waiting, trusting in her mentor to protect her.
It was then that she realized that she was leading the ursur directly to her. And that, perhaps, was not the brightest idea. As her illusion rounded the boulder, Alys let it die, scrambling backwards to hunker down behind Deimos. She crouched instinctively, hiding and waiting, trusting in her mentor to protect her.
