Alys
Alys sat on a blanket in the Frostfields, trying to ignore the strangely warm weather as she sketched in her journal. She had long since shed the jacket she'd brought along with her, armed as she was with the Academy's protective magic, and she had her dark curls tied up out of her face in a messy bun. Her notebook lay in her lap as she placed stroke after stroke on the page, trying and failing to capture the surreal beauty of the landscape around her. At least, the distant landscape - anything up close was rather muddy, which was not what she was looking to capture.
It wasn't so bad out on the tundra, even if Flowerbirth had been strangely warm all season - almost uncomfortably so for those protected by the Academy's blessing. At least there was still snow on the distant peaks, and ice in the bay, and a sheep on her blanket -
Wait, what?
She looked again. Yep, that was definitely a sheep. And it was trying to eat the quilted flowers upon which Alys sat. Well, no one ever said that sheep were remarkably intelligent creatures.
Alys looked around, searching the mists for more animals. Surely, where there was one, there would be many, right? That was when she saw a blur through the fog - a person-shaped blur - and got to her feet, grabbing her bow and an arrow as she did so, just in case. You could never be too careful on the tundra. Loosely placing the arrow on the string, she called out to the human-shaped form. "Excuse me, is this your sheep?"
It wasn't so bad out on the tundra, even if Flowerbirth had been strangely warm all season - almost uncomfortably so for those protected by the Academy's blessing. At least there was still snow on the distant peaks, and ice in the bay, and a sheep on her blanket -
Wait, what?
She looked again. Yep, that was definitely a sheep. And it was trying to eat the quilted flowers upon which Alys sat. Well, no one ever said that sheep were remarkably intelligent creatures.
Alys looked around, searching the mists for more animals. Surely, where there was one, there would be many, right? That was when she saw a blur through the fog - a person-shaped blur - and got to her feet, grabbing her bow and an arrow as she did so, just in case. You could never be too careful on the tundra. Loosely placing the arrow on the string, she called out to the human-shaped form. "Excuse me, is this your sheep?"
funny how it all works out in the end
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
