[ugh. she told him not to call her a witch! honestly...
she can complain later. right now, she just needs to make sure she doesn't get flung off in a bad gust of wind!
letting Yuber go, she stays against him long enough for her to clap her hands together and force the wind around them to split, giving them something of a bubble to work with so they're no longer at risk of being blown right off the dragon's back.]
Just keep close, in case this goes south quicker than I expect!
[she keeps her hands pressed ahead of her as she carefully walks along the dragon's flank. it's not as quick as she'd like, but this is no level plane they're walking: when muscles move, the skin shifts, and Cecelia holds her breath and braces, hoping to whatever gods are still about that she's not about to bite it.
gads, how far must she go to be acknowledged by the beast?! from her experience and research, dragons have extraordinary senses, but would one so incensed bother to notice the fleas upon its own back? maybe just a bit closer, up to the shoulderblades...at least there, she can grab hold of one of the spikier protrusions from its back for balance while continuing her cast.]
You there! Great beast! What outrage is so great as to warrant this?!
[...
no dice. too noisy up here. she huffs, drawing her breath, and calls out again the very same thing, louder, and nearly chokes on her own follow-up breath when its head turns, fixing one of its reptilian eyes upon them.
no subject
she can complain later. right now, she just needs to make sure she doesn't get flung off in a bad gust of wind!
letting Yuber go, she stays against him long enough for her to clap her hands together and force the wind around them to split, giving them something of a bubble to work with so they're no longer at risk of being blown right off the dragon's back.]
Just keep close, in case this goes south quicker than I expect!
[she keeps her hands pressed ahead of her as she carefully walks along the dragon's flank. it's not as quick as she'd like, but this is no level plane they're walking: when muscles move, the skin shifts, and Cecelia holds her breath and braces, hoping to whatever gods are still about that she's not about to bite it.
gads, how far must she go to be acknowledged by the beast?! from her experience and research, dragons have extraordinary senses, but would one so incensed bother to notice the fleas upon its own back? maybe just a bit closer, up to the shoulderblades...at least there, she can grab hold of one of the spikier protrusions from its back for balance while continuing her cast.]
You there! Great beast! What outrage is so great as to warrant this?!
[...
no dice. too noisy up here. she huffs, drawing her breath, and calls out again the very same thing, louder, and nearly chokes on her own follow-up breath when its head turns, fixing one of its reptilian eyes upon them.
gads.]