[Tirñea]

       The Piñuran girl's confident guise slipped from her face as the faint image of a spear shot up from the earth. Her drumming slowed and quickly stopped, unprepared for how quickly Serena was upon Ashley and how quickly she sent him sailing. The way his blood spewed from his stomach twisted a cringe across Turñea's features, her thoughts lingering on how abruptly he'd been dispatched.

       Him still being alive was difficult to understand, Tirñea having witnessed lesser wounds prove quickly fatal, but somehow Ashley still had enough strength to hold his little tent on a stick over himself as he bled out. Then there was the girl, appearing from nowhere and offering Ashley an opportunity to conjure some sort of unorthodox escape route. Her staff now held loosely at her side Tirñea watched the two of them dissappear, a baffled expression plastered on her face. It had been magic, obviously, but previously her experience with such things was limited to her own, and what few fire conjurers she'd encountered roaming the desert.

       If Serena hadn't called her attention, she could have stared all day at where there had once been two people only a moment ago. "Huh?" she mumbled absentmindedly, shaking off her befuddlement and looking up to face Serena. "Oh, yes I am okay. Just... confused," Tirñea explained, speaking to herself somewhat so she could articulate her feelings. "Why has that happen?" She then questioned, her attention returning to the halted cart and the pool of blood beside it.