[... Hayame allows Liem's spell, when normally she might not. The enemy has lucked themselves into too many strange, unpredictable abilities over the coarse of the last week not to. They could become invisible, they could take on the appearances of their allies, they could manipulate the ground beneath their very feet (hooves)... and she, like everyone here, had come without most of her equipment. Her recently finished armor, most importantly. Claude had put her bow back in her hand. She had her naginata.
Though she has tried to stay clean, frequently washing her robe and trying to keep herself hard to track by scent, covering it with the rub of giant herb leaves... there are blood stains all over the fabric, and not all of it belongs to Zenites. Unlike Liem's, that burst from his shoulders, Hayame's wings are sprouting from her withers... But they are too small to bear her weight properly and unbalanced on her body, pretty and feathered but ultimately useless.
But she doesn’t plan on flying out of here. She will take the path they had made, trapped for pursuers, and now that they were ready to ambush the guard that should be at the spot along the perimeter they’d chosen…
An explosion rings out on the other side of the camp. Completely unexpected, it makes Hayame freeze and bid Liem do the same. Had another splinter of Meridian chosen now for their attack? They’d made their intent clear and no one had volunteered for such a task… a squabble between Zenites? In the end, it doesn’t matter. Not now.
The guard they’d intended to silence is gone, drawn by the smoke and threat of fire.
And they are surging forward, making their way as covertly as possible towards the tent where her communing spell (shudder) had indicated an Object lay waiting.]
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Though she has tried to stay clean, frequently washing her robe and trying to keep herself hard to track by scent, covering it with the rub of giant herb leaves... there are blood stains all over the fabric, and not all of it belongs to Zenites. Unlike Liem's, that burst from his shoulders, Hayame's wings are sprouting from her withers... But they are too small to bear her weight properly and unbalanced on her body, pretty and feathered but ultimately useless.
But she doesn’t plan on flying out of here. She will take the path they had made, trapped for pursuers, and now that they were ready to ambush the guard that should be at the spot along the perimeter they’d chosen…
An explosion rings out on the other side of the camp. Completely unexpected, it makes Hayame freeze and bid Liem do the same. Had another splinter of Meridian chosen now for their attack? They’d made their intent clear and no one had volunteered for such a task… a squabble between Zenites? In the end, it doesn’t matter. Not now.
The guard they’d intended to silence is gone, drawn by the smoke and threat of fire.
And they are surging forward, making their way as covertly as possible towards the tent where her communing spell (shudder) had indicated an Object lay waiting.]