10-18-2018, 02:50 PM
♚ "i'm threatening a traitor." bryn corrected sharply, looking between the two fae's suspiciously. she did not know who keona or séamus was, but the former held the same scent the slaves had. she could only assume this was a rescue attempt, but she couldn't understand why. this was how their laws worked in the pitt. if he preached about not taking action against unruly co-habitants, then he knew very well this was not allowed...
that's why he's angry. it took a moment for her to make the emotional connection between the two as the enfield had spoken. they were family... bryn couldn't allow herself to take pity on the unfortunate situation they found themselves in. there were rules in place. the rules kept them safe and alive, and she could not allow them to be broken over a family issue. at least, not when she could be punished for it herself.
séamus' words would have worked if bryn hadn't had the power to manipulate minds on her own. it created a barrier around herself, though it was not as strong as the creature's own expertise. bryn took a step back, trying to fight off the urge to turn around but faltered, continuing to back away. her movements only stopped when she heard quill, shaking her from the trance.
she felt a wave of relief as quill took his place above her, lifting her chin in a rush of confidence as her father spoke. she glanced up at him as he leaned forward, assuming their scuffle would be quickly diminished before keona shouted something in another tongue, and suddenly the girl was shoved back. she coughed as dust got up her nose and coated her throat. the protective shell around her chest had absorbed the pressure of the fall, but broke in consequence. bryn's eye's slowly began to glow an eerie pearl white as she stood back on all fours, her claws digging into the sand and a the ground beginning to shake beneath her.
a bubbling line of sand headed directly toward [member=265]Keona.[/member] and broke into a circle around her before being shot up into the sky and attempting to encase the girl in hardened clay.
"speech"
that's why he's angry. it took a moment for her to make the emotional connection between the two as the enfield had spoken. they were family... bryn couldn't allow herself to take pity on the unfortunate situation they found themselves in. there were rules in place. the rules kept them safe and alive, and she could not allow them to be broken over a family issue. at least, not when she could be punished for it herself.
séamus' words would have worked if bryn hadn't had the power to manipulate minds on her own. it created a barrier around herself, though it was not as strong as the creature's own expertise. bryn took a step back, trying to fight off the urge to turn around but faltered, continuing to back away. her movements only stopped when she heard quill, shaking her from the trance.
she felt a wave of relief as quill took his place above her, lifting her chin in a rush of confidence as her father spoke. she glanced up at him as he leaned forward, assuming their scuffle would be quickly diminished before keona shouted something in another tongue, and suddenly the girl was shoved back. she coughed as dust got up her nose and coated her throat. the protective shell around her chest had absorbed the pressure of the fall, but broke in consequence. bryn's eye's slowly began to glow an eerie pearl white as she stood back on all fours, her claws digging into the sand and a the ground beginning to shake beneath her.
a bubbling line of sand headed directly toward [member=265]Keona.[/member] and broke into a circle around her before being shot up into the sky and attempting to encase the girl in hardened clay.
"speech"