Raine understood why he'd been concerned when the bubble started to spread.
She saw nothing of the magic itself, only the effects it had, the slowly expanding sphere where mana ebbed and life vanished. The implications of the silence, the sheer magnitude of the possible death toll should he use this in a crowded area, all came to the forefront of her mind at once. She took one involuntary step back as her heart began to race, then another, before she forced herself to stop. There she held her ground, watching the inexorable spread of dying foliage and refusing to acknowledge the physiological symptoms of fear.
Caution was reasonable. Terror was not. That was all there was to it.
The magic's progress stopped short of her -- not that it had been much of a question, at least where her rational mind was concerned. Solomon was conscientious and desired not to do her harm. Therefore, he would not. Raine adjusted her grip on her staff, planted her feet a little more solidly, and waited.
When he opened his eyes once more, however, she inhaled sharply, startled despite herself. Red eyes had not heralded good things for the affected person in the past. She noted differences as soon as the initial surprise was past -- the full sclera rather than just the iris, for one, and of course this situation was worlds away from Colette's, but there was still some less-than-rational part of her that was concerned he would not answer.
no subject
She saw nothing of the magic itself, only the effects it had, the slowly expanding sphere where mana ebbed and life vanished. The implications of the silence, the sheer magnitude of the possible death toll should he use this in a crowded area, all came to the forefront of her mind at once. She took one involuntary step back as her heart began to race, then another, before she forced herself to stop. There she held her ground, watching the inexorable spread of dying foliage and refusing to acknowledge the physiological symptoms of fear.
Caution was reasonable. Terror was not. That was all there was to it.
The magic's progress stopped short of her -- not that it had been much of a question, at least where her rational mind was concerned. Solomon was conscientious and desired not to do her harm. Therefore, he would not. Raine adjusted her grip on her staff, planted her feet a little more solidly, and waited.
When he opened his eyes once more, however, she inhaled sharply, startled despite herself. Red eyes had not heralded good things for the affected person in the past. She noted differences as soon as the initial surprise was past -- the full sclera rather than just the iris, for one, and of course this situation was worlds away from Colette's, but there was still some less-than-rational part of her that was concerned he would not answer.
"Solomon?"