Altaira made visual confirmation of Oriah and her chest caved, before the sounds of movement and foot pelting the solid earth lurched herself further. Her sights slipped over Oriah's form as the kelvic made her haste for cover behind the party, their movement stirring and forms readying as Altaira assumed that foul creatures neared and bit at her heels. A heaving leap and bound soon enough had her crash into the undergrowth some short distance beyond the party, a misplacement of her foot almost having her face meet with dirt before she caught and balanced herself, skirting another half dozen meters before turning and fumbling into a fighter's stance.
Gold eyes and burning lungs then skirted over the scene, dirt and iron filling her mouth and nose before the winnings of her companions allowed her stance to ease and her worry of the Benshira subside. Her attention shortly flicked to her own injuries, the thick of her clothing leaving with bruises and the slightest of scratches - the bearing of blood only in a slither of bitten cheek. 'Not good. Not bad. It is done, time to move on.' Maternal instinct no less took over the shifting and pressing of the party then having her walk to the beat of Oriah's own shift, her words slipping sweet and dry. "You are well, I hope."
The slower paced walk set her body at ease, working the knots she'd gained in her sudden run and movement, the rolling over her shoulders and the rubbing of her arms also alleviating much pain and tightness. As the gates crept open and the party stole away inside, it was with every urge and strength that she had to use to keep herself from taking feather and flight and navigating the world from above, a writhing to her gnosis and a crawling beneath her skin rippling it goose flesh.
Cautionary looks were constantly thrown in the way of Oriah, the kelvic slipping with a fluid and eerie calmness that often came to her kin, an almost skittish alertness keep her light of foot and sharp of mind, confident leaping in bounds enough that she sought a slight deviation in path as those that travelled before her.
For the merest of moments her breath was stolen from her, a brutish, pale looking thing some dozen meters sending a hard look with bulging eyes her way, the kelvic's form shifting shock still before a breeze blew through her and its attention shifted. It was with a look of a ghost that Altaira then sent Oriah- she would welcome death as an old friend, though she did not wish for such in a time when it would mean that Dira's work was left undone, nor when she would have to acquaint a friend who she believed to be unready to such a wasteful end.
The rest of the journey was largely uneventful for what it was, her speed enough that she crept by unnoticed, and her breath lightened enough that it did not betray her intentions to keep unknown. As pause was taken for regroup, a sorely needed breath was taken and kept.
Gold eyes and burning lungs then skirted over the scene, dirt and iron filling her mouth and nose before the winnings of her companions allowed her stance to ease and her worry of the Benshira subside. Her attention shortly flicked to her own injuries, the thick of her clothing leaving with bruises and the slightest of scratches - the bearing of blood only in a slither of bitten cheek. 'Not good. Not bad. It is done, time to move on.' Maternal instinct no less took over the shifting and pressing of the party then having her walk to the beat of Oriah's own shift, her words slipping sweet and dry. "You are well, I hope."
The slower paced walk set her body at ease, working the knots she'd gained in her sudden run and movement, the rolling over her shoulders and the rubbing of her arms also alleviating much pain and tightness. As the gates crept open and the party stole away inside, it was with every urge and strength that she had to use to keep herself from taking feather and flight and navigating the world from above, a writhing to her gnosis and a crawling beneath her skin rippling it goose flesh.
Cautionary looks were constantly thrown in the way of Oriah, the kelvic slipping with a fluid and eerie calmness that often came to her kin, an almost skittish alertness keep her light of foot and sharp of mind, confident leaping in bounds enough that she sought a slight deviation in path as those that travelled before her.
For the merest of moments her breath was stolen from her, a brutish, pale looking thing some dozen meters sending a hard look with bulging eyes her way, the kelvic's form shifting shock still before a breeze blew through her and its attention shifted. It was with a look of a ghost that Altaira then sent Oriah- she would welcome death as an old friend, though she did not wish for such in a time when it would mean that Dira's work was left undone, nor when she would have to acquaint a friend who she believed to be unready to such a wasteful end.
The rest of the journey was largely uneventful for what it was, her speed enough that she crept by unnoticed, and her breath lightened enough that it did not betray her intentions to keep unknown. As pause was taken for regroup, a sorely needed breath was taken and kept.
Altaira's Speech | NPC Speech |
