[they move swiftly, and Carac notices no sign of shardbearers that Grell would miss, no sign of a person at all. no traces of a trap that's exploded, or really anything other than the ruin it is. whoever it was struck hard in one blow that they made count - and despite her seething discontent, there's an efficiency she has to respect. her magic presses out more fire, and when she comes back to the others, she can feel her anger in her chest as a weight.
but Bellamy's question reaches her, and she whips around inhumanly fast to see the object he's holding with such disdain.]
Give me that.
[her voice is softer than one would expect, but she needs to see it, needs to confirm she's not hallucinating this.]
no subject
but Bellamy's question reaches her, and she whips around inhumanly fast to see the object he's holding with such disdain.]
Give me that.
[her voice is softer than one would expect, but she needs to see it, needs to confirm she's not hallucinating this.]