Post by Veronika Tallent on Oct 31, 2016 2:39:06 GMT
Veronika's mouth gaped a tiny bit. He didn't think anything bad would happen? Lucius had shown her a scar, while showing her a flame sitting in the palm of his other hand. Oh. He could do magic. The scar made the anxiety in Veronika's chest grow, as well as the bit of fire that still glowed in his hand. All he had was his pyromancy, and he obviously wasn't very skilled with it. What if he set the entire place ablaze trying to protect himself? There was a chance he could get hurt. Like her parents had. And her sister. She swallowed hard, her eyes lingering nervously on the flame.
He ended the spell, to her relief, and again spoke with immense confidence. He began to walk away, towards the gates, practically taunting her with his nonchalant request to join him, and giving her nearly no time to think about how afraid she really was of that fire he'd held. The image of her sister's charred body flitted through her mind, and the thought of this man looking like that because of his own possible mistakes made tears threaten to make an appearance. Instead she rolled her eyes irritably, quickening her pace to catch up with him, and then saying, "Fine. I will join you." She didn't have time to think about what she could do to help this person. Her, a tiny girl, with a corset squeezing the breath out of her, with a mere simple gun strapped to her boot. She wouldn't be of much help. But that was not on her mind. "Promise me you'll try your absolute damnedest to not set the entire Vineyard on fire with that magic of yours." A note of panic could be heard in her voice. A part of her rebelled now, and she thought to herself, what did I get myself into? She told herself he was right. There was no reason to be afraid except for the looks the guards were exchanging. She told herself Lucius was right, and nothing truly bad would happen.
He ended the spell, to her relief, and again spoke with immense confidence. He began to walk away, towards the gates, practically taunting her with his nonchalant request to join him, and giving her nearly no time to think about how afraid she really was of that fire he'd held. The image of her sister's charred body flitted through her mind, and the thought of this man looking like that because of his own possible mistakes made tears threaten to make an appearance. Instead she rolled her eyes irritably, quickening her pace to catch up with him, and then saying, "Fine. I will join you." She didn't have time to think about what she could do to help this person. Her, a tiny girl, with a corset squeezing the breath out of her, with a mere simple gun strapped to her boot. She wouldn't be of much help. But that was not on her mind. "Promise me you'll try your absolute damnedest to not set the entire Vineyard on fire with that magic of yours." A note of panic could be heard in her voice. A part of her rebelled now, and she thought to herself, what did I get myself into? She told herself he was right. There was no reason to be afraid except for the looks the guards were exchanging. She told herself Lucius was right, and nothing truly bad would happen.