[ she takes a moment to call up some of the botanical knowledge from when she took up gardening. she needs highly flammable plants—juniper, cypress, rosemary—the fireball in byleth's free hand dissipates as tangled roots, grasses and vines surge up along the ground before the stockade's stage. they don't need to be pretty, or healthy, they just need to be right.
with a quick shot of fire at two points, the line is lit, creating a wall of fire between them and the mob. ]
That should buy us some time. This way. [ the crowd's outrage over the witch's escape doesn't miss byleth's notice, but: ]
I'll save the questions for later. [ as they round a corner, the look of camelot begins to... normalize, though around the edges at first—like the dream is fading, or they're exiting a radius. ]
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[ she takes a moment to call up some of the botanical knowledge from when she took up gardening. she needs highly flammable plants—juniper, cypress, rosemary—the fireball in byleth's free hand dissipates as tangled roots, grasses and vines surge up along the ground before the stockade's stage. they don't need to be pretty, or healthy, they just need to be right.
with a quick shot of fire at two points, the line is lit, creating a wall of fire between them and the mob. ]
That should buy us some time. This way. [ the crowd's outrage over the witch's escape doesn't miss byleth's notice, but: ]
I'll save the questions for later. [ as they round a corner, the look of camelot begins to... normalize, though around the edges at first—like the dream is fading, or they're exiting a radius. ]