05-06-2018, 06:06 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]The smell of burning makes him stop in his tracks. It's hefty in his nose, the smell of destruction and waste. It was something he had come to be quite familiar with, for better or for worse. For a moment, he's worried that Roy had gone and set something ablaze, so he turns tail and runs to the scene, following his nose.
Hughes is led to the garden, which he had unfortunately not seen before it was ruined by the flames. He doesn't have time to admire the remaining plants, though, as Margaery's limp body catches his eye. Of course, he can only assume the worst. His eyes settle on Bastille then and they harden into a glare, one that's full of distrust and suspicion.
He remembers the incident a while ago, with the storm and fire. But still, he can't help coming to the conclusion that he had done it with some ounce of meaning. He wasn't sure how these powers worked, as the closest thing he had seen before was alchemy, and even then it was different in a lot of ways. But he can't dwell on that for long. Again his gaze moves to the female and he quickly goes to her side.
"Margaery? Margaery, it'll be alright. We'll get you some help," he isn't sure what had happened or why she was unconscious. Either way, he knew they were gonna need someone--fast. But he didn't trust the bengal at all right now, so leaving them alone wasn't much of an option. So he opts to yell out towards anyone who may be nearby. "Someone! We need help over here!"
Hughes is led to the garden, which he had unfortunately not seen before it was ruined by the flames. He doesn't have time to admire the remaining plants, though, as Margaery's limp body catches his eye. Of course, he can only assume the worst. His eyes settle on Bastille then and they harden into a glare, one that's full of distrust and suspicion.
He remembers the incident a while ago, with the storm and fire. But still, he can't help coming to the conclusion that he had done it with some ounce of meaning. He wasn't sure how these powers worked, as the closest thing he had seen before was alchemy, and even then it was different in a lot of ways. But he can't dwell on that for long. Again his gaze moves to the female and he quickly goes to her side.
"Margaery? Margaery, it'll be alright. We'll get you some help," he isn't sure what had happened or why she was unconscious. Either way, he knew they were gonna need someone--fast. But he didn't trust the bengal at all right now, so leaving them alone wasn't much of an option. So he opts to yell out towards anyone who may be nearby. "Someone! We need help over here!"