[ davina's first instinct upon hearing the blare of the foghorn is to run, the lantern hanging from her messenger bag rattling.
it doesn't matter if she has the ingredients, the materials for a spell. it doesn't matter if her ward is capable of holding people or things back even for a few moments; who even knows if it would work on them? there's something about that sound that rattles her bones, sends a chill down her spine the same way the ancestors in their realm terrify her. and while she can't see the danger just yet, she knows it's coming.
she follows the path back to the town, the stones she dropped earlier guiding her, and runs into spirits rushing towards her, the sound coming from behind their masks particularly harrowing.
peter will find davina screaming as she tries to fight them off of her, magic inflicting aneurysm on the creatures in close proximity to her. she barely looks up when she hears his hey but it's the sticky webbing catching one of the spirits that enrage them, scratching and clawing at her face and arms, their onslaught eager to draw blood. ]
Stop— [ her magic tosses a forest spirit towards peter, hurls another one against a tree. ]
one.
it doesn't matter if she has the ingredients, the materials for a spell. it doesn't matter if her ward is capable of holding people or things back even for a few moments; who even knows if it would work on them? there's something about that sound that rattles her bones, sends a chill down her spine the same way the ancestors in their realm terrify her. and while she can't see the danger just yet, she knows it's coming.
she follows the path back to the town, the stones she dropped earlier guiding her, and runs into spirits rushing towards her, the sound coming from behind their masks particularly harrowing.
peter will find davina screaming as she tries to fight them off of her, magic inflicting aneurysm on the creatures in close proximity to her. she barely looks up when she hears his hey but it's the sticky webbing catching one of the spirits that enrage them, scratching and clawing at her face and arms, their onslaught eager to draw blood. ]
Stop— [ her magic tosses a forest spirit towards peter, hurls another one against a tree. ]