[maybe! maybe if this weren't such a dire circumstance, Cecelia would focus more on that clever twisting of spells than...y'know.
this.
as it stands, Cecelia can only hang on for dear life, stomach dropping as Darin basically thumps the back of this beast's head as one would a naughty animal.
...and to be fair, this is what she suggested, so she can't really complain, can she? instead she can just pray. pray...and play along.
so she paints a lazy, lurid smile upon her face as she sighs, scooting back a bit as far as she dares so she can let Darin go and press her palms onto the the dragon's scales, trying to wiggle her fingers under a couple if she can and proceed to begin fast casting some electricity in escalating pulses - something she hopes to ramp up from irritation to actual pain if time will allow.]
no subject
this.
as it stands, Cecelia can only hang on for dear life, stomach dropping as Darin basically thumps the back of this beast's head as one would a naughty animal.
...and to be fair, this is what she suggested, so she can't really complain, can she? instead she can just pray. pray...and play along.
so she paints a lazy, lurid smile upon her face as she sighs, scooting back a bit as far as she dares so she can let Darin go and press her palms onto the the dragon's scales, trying to wiggle her fingers under a couple if she can and proceed to begin fast casting some electricity in escalating pulses - something she hopes to ramp up from irritation to actual pain if time will allow.]