grow wings and rage + o, visitor

[Feyre]

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Feyre hardly had time to react before the vultures descended upon them, eyes stretching wide as a new emotion - fear - threatened to consume her. She was rooted in place for a few, brief seconds, unable to comprehend what had just transpired or the assault that had followed the death of the gold-blooded lioness, ears pinning against her skull as a particularly nasty bird flew too close to her. You were blessed with fire, Feyre darling... Use it. The voice was unlike any she had heard before, motherly and warm and perhaps how she imagined Emilia's to sound if she could recall anything of her mother save her face. Was it her mother? Or some other entity? She supposed she didn't have time to ponder the complexities of the disembodied voice, not when talons were threatening to to dig into her back. So she did what any smart witch did- she heeded its advice.

[color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos Incendia!" She cried out, practically shaking as flames surrounded her, hopefully catching any of the godforsaken birds who were stupid enough to get too close. She had never generated anything more than a some quick-spreading embers though, and admittedly, Feyre felt weak on her feet as she stretched herself to her capabilities. But her own limits didn't matter she believed, not when she was suddenly acutely aware of some innate desire to protect Moonmade. It made her feel the same way that that voice did, which was strange, but the witch knew she had no time to think about that.

She was unaware of the blood that trickled from her nose as she stepped forward, revolved by the crimson that stained the injured side of Moon's face but unable to stay away. She needed to help him. She, for some reason, felt as if she'd hate herself if she didn't. [color=#3f5351]"You..." Feyre panted out, pausing to catch her breath. She was not used to exerting herself in that manner- she felt like she was dying. [color=#3f5351]"You okay?" She didn't know if there were any birds left nor did she particularly care. She didn't have it in her to conjure anymore fire, she'd surely pass out if she did.