[center][color=gray][h1]Eris Loviat[/h1][/color][/center]

[center][@Lumiere][/center]

Eris listened intently to Ryn. She'd done the liberty of giving herself a nickname so Eris didn't have to think, something she was greatful for given the heat. The method was simple and useful, a weak ice spell heavily controlled by a gemstone. She didn't give the vibe or the magical exertion of a full mage, yet she still was able to muster such precise control. She'd have to keep an eye on the tall one.

After the explanation, they were called for meal time. Eris didn't realize how hungry she was and not wanting to waste time before her meal, she decided to wrap up the conversation

[color=gray][i]"Interesting. But we'll have to finish this conversation another time, since I'm quite hungry. Perhaps you can give me a demonstration next time we talk, Ryn."[/i][/color] 

After a brief stroll, she waited around the kitchen and was handed her bowl of food by another mercenary. It wasn't anything special, but her portion size was larger than she'd been expecting. She added two and two together, and realized that he'd increased all the portions so that the halved rations were not as severe. This had also benefited her. She'd thank the wolf boy for this later, though she took to eating the rest of her food first.

After her appetite was sated however, all she wanted to do was sleep. Her body was heavy and she found little comfort in the idea of not being well rested for their journey tomorrow. She decided to retire to her tent and curl up into a ball wrapped in furs and blankets. She slept soundly, until there were calls for her to wake up as they were under attack. She ignored them for a minute before she came to her senses and realized she had to get ready. She rushed to put her clothes on and grabbed her grimoire before walking outside and standing behind her allies, looking at their numbers. Part of Eris couldn't be bothered to fight more orcs and wanted to go back to sleep, and part of Eris was pissed. How dare they wake her up? She needed 8 hours a day, at least that's what her grandmother said. She'd wrap this up quickly and go get her sleep. She looked for the strongest one, and she figured the fanciest dressed with a magical aura to them was probably it. Using split before moving forward to a more suitable location, she figured this was going to be a good testing ground for some of her newer spells. She began running two puppet strings on the ground, slowly inching towards the shaman who was also moving toward her. They'd connect before too long if both parties kept pace.

This was when the others got to work. The demi fired his crossbow and hit a couple of the stupid ones, Ryn had fired ice shards at the archers and kept them busy. The image she had of her made it seem strange in her mind that she'd use a grimoire however. Another elven mage began casting his spells, and he made something of a makeshift sun. This was both good news, and bad news for her. The good was that she had more direct shadows to work with from the source of light, the bad news was that it made some of her attacks weaker. She ignored him and shifted her gaze once more to the dagger girl, but she wasn't doing much. [i]How dull[/i]

Her chain of thought was interrupted when she felt the strings connect. They were wrapped around the shamans feet, and she let out a devilish grin. She decided she'd release some of that anger she'd been holding in. She waved her arm through the air, sending a ruinblade straight through the shamans left hand. He tried to dodge but to no avail thanks to the strings. The hand was dismembered. She waved again, this time at his right arm. He roared in pain, but there wasn't enough strength to carve it clean off. He was left with a deep cut instead

[color=gray][i]Bad aim, but still not strong enough. Seems like it needs more power before it's practical.[/i][/color] she thought to herself, as she figured she'd finish up the testing. A final blade was sent for his neck. Her aim was better this time, and there was a clean decapitation. She let out a yawn, figuring that if that was their strongest member, then the rest of the irregulars would have naught to worry about.

[color=gray][i]"I got their mage, but I'm going back to the rear"[/i][/color] she spoke to the frontline as she re-used split and found herself back on the rear guard. She didn't want to be in range of their assault, as even weakling orcs could hurt or kill her if they got a clean hit in. On top of this, she was very tired and didn't really feel like fighting anymore. That was when she saw fur. The demi from earlier. He was trying his best to reload his crossbow, but she was too tired to care and he looked really soft, so she walked to his side and sat down next to him. She figured she'd just rest her head on his fur, and relax for a bit. It was soft, and warm. She laid her head on Kaeci's side and closed her eyes, using him as a makeshift headrest as she sat on the sand. This was almost more comfortable than her tent.

[color=gray][i]"Wake me up if you're in trouble. I'll protect you for being so fluffy."[/i][/color] Eris muttered, half asleep and groggy to Kaeci as she shifted her head slightly and began to doze off, even through the noise of the fighting.