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dragonsfell · 9 months ago
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[ INBOX / always accepting ] - @architaciturn - ❝ rest now. you don’t have to fight any more. ❞ (For Cal, from Gale. - architaciturn)
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Vitriol wants to spit from her fang, a loud shout or perhaps a mighty roar while ice leak from her fingers, clawing at everything. That ferocity at which she had displayed in their recent fights hadn't been like that of when the group that Gale had been traveling with had found her first. It wasn't entirely lost on Caledonia the looks of some for the way she'd get now; she didn't fight like a sorcerer or the other mage, she fought like blind beast. Anything reach at risk of an ice shard blasted into one's chest.
A concern arose that it may be her tadpole affecting her, ceremorophosis taking place but it wasn't the case. A danger, a risk, and she wound up hurt with. Battered in the last fight, not just due to tossing herself into the front of the fray; but hurting herself in that action. Spells backfiring and lashing out with fists and staff, not being careful with her swings. She's still on edge, distance herself from the others and not to hear any squabbles of what next as whole over this rotten mind flayer plot and she swore she heard her name mentioned with a glance weary toward her.
Caledonia's spent, in bad need of healing that she's already rejected, and half a thought to take off on her own. Equally ready to argue with the rest, fight and snap at their heads. It'd be unwise, but there's ugly side spawned from a veil of forgotten everything so she didn't know how to explain. All she could say was today made her angry, and then scared and sad. But she rather feel the anger than the other two, rather be fine and move forward. This all had to be fine, right?
Gale's the first to approach her in her skulking, ❝ Rest? Hmm! ❞ She sounds appalled on the word, but her shoulders gives away to that exhaustion and she doesn't want to see that state she must be in anyways. ❝ I can't explain it, 'kay? It's... ❞ A sharp nailed hand raises, waves and makes some vague gesture unable to grasp the words to say. ❝ Whatever. I'm chilled now. ❞
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