[ The cracking of thunder on a dry day is more than enough cause for alarm in Gray's book. To her, it dredges up memories of battle and assassination, and the unlikely pull of dark clouds to a single spot in the near distance screams of magic. After a moment of hestiation, she makes a decision and strikes out from the roof of the prison.
She flies as well as anyone could while bound to the earth, her cloak snapping as she skips across rooftops to the site of the lightning. It isn't a minute until she finds a bloody scene below: an Achamite man (dead) on the floor, Amos with a different man slung over his shoulders, all of them stroked with red. And Father Abel, who made such an impression on her months ago — though now he's stiff, taking an intentional, threat-laced step toward Amos.
Gray lands on light feet, skidding to a stop between both men. There's warning in her eyes as she straightens to face Abel, shoulders squared. Though she thinks fondly of him, she can't allow harm (or at least, more of it) to come to one of her companions right in front of her. ]
Mr. Amos... are you alright?
[ Seeing as how she doesn't have the full story here, it's up to Amos to put some color on the situation for her. In the meantime, she watches Abel with bright vigilance, prepared to respond if he continues to advance. ]
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She flies as well as anyone could while bound to the earth, her cloak snapping as she skips across rooftops to the site of the lightning. It isn't a minute until she finds a bloody scene below: an Achamite man (dead) on the floor, Amos with a different man slung over his shoulders, all of them stroked with red. And Father Abel, who made such an impression on her months ago — though now he's stiff, taking an intentional, threat-laced step toward Amos.
Gray lands on light feet, skidding to a stop between both men. There's warning in her eyes as she straightens to face Abel, shoulders squared. Though she thinks fondly of him, she can't allow harm (or at least, more of it) to come to one of her companions right in front of her. ]
Mr. Amos... are you alright?
[ Seeing as how she doesn't have the full story here, it's up to Amos to put some color on the situation for her. In the meantime, she watches Abel with bright vigilance, prepared to respond if he continues to advance. ]