[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOsFQ-VUeMw[/url] link to the song Eilis is using

Eilis barely believed her own audacity. 
She’d kissed him.
And he had kissed back.
It had been innocent of course, a rush of desire and naivety instead of a hunger filled kiss.
Not that she didn’t have those feelings…It was just…Well…She blushed bright crimson at the thought of them…of her doing, going, all in so to say.
She wanted to berate herself. She needed to reel in those dirty thoughts, before he found out that she wanted him to warm her in quite a different way. 
Heavens forbid he could actually dip into her dreams of late. She knew the Thread connection allowed for a lot of transference, but hopefully she would be spared that particular embarrassment.
She had particularly imagined those roughened and adept fingers of his trace…
No, no, no! Eilis shush! She cried at herself feeling her cheeks flare again as the images filled her head. As she shook her head for a second to mentally wipe her mind she knew she would have to keep it occupied with something else otherwise it would wander off again and heavens knew what would come up then. 
As Eilis settled back against Arn, finding her spot she couldn’t help but shift her back for a moment of comfort, it was easily found, almost as if it were second nature. As she laid her head back against him she hummed softly and it wasn’t long before she softly whispered the words that had worked themselves on her tongue and filled her soul.
Her voice though soft was layered with magic, each breath forming a magic of its own as it was released in the air, creating an illusionary imagery of the gentlest light and the softest colours. It was one of the few things that she had been taught in the coven that she truly enjoyed doing.
The spell was child’s play and yet to be able to so clearly project one’s thoughts into a visual narrative of such detail and careful crafting not to mention giving it movement and life was of a different level of control. 
Before them formed a two figures, each distinctly different from the other by appearance and colour, yet it there was no doubt to their identities.
The first that formed was a lithe dancing female form only to be surprised and joined by taller male figure, first circling one another before after a simple connecting of hands drew them closer to one another. Now they were no longer moving and weaving their spells separately, but by their connection grew closer and more complementary to one another. Moving in pace and turned to waltzing eventually. They twirled and swayed and soon there was no telling where one began or the other ended.
Eilis gazes at them lovingly and longingly, hoping her foolish notions of love and romance, the ones that she had gotten from fairytales and storybooks were not all lies. 
Her fingertips softly glowed as they maintained the magical image, just for them, just for Arn and her.
It seemed somehow more magical than it already was. Perhaps it was because it was because the magic itself wasn’t shining brightly, so it was not as taxing on their eyes. More luminous, a softer glow using the little light of the stars to fill the figures with light and colours.
The spell however allowed Eilis to move into a sort of peaceful trance, instead of worrying all the time she found her solace in her little imagery.
So lost she was gazing at it that her mind didn’t register Umbra’s soft rumble. The wyrm made a noise that could best be described as something between a wavering purr or an uneasy growl.
It had registered and noticed the large Shadow moving through the darkness below them, circling now widely.
As the Night’s light slowly started to lighten by the tiniest and thinnest of slivers of dawn, they all were rudely torn from their slumbers as a rushing of air brushed past them, the Dragon and Wyrms barely dodging the large behemoth that had rushed up between them. 
In that mere light the hungry glint was reflected in its dark eyes and in the wide mouth filled with razorlike teeth, ready to tear them apart and send them down a hole of bloody death.
It was a Gargantuan, the stuff from legends and nightmarish stories to frighten children. Not truly a dragon, nor a wyrm, but Serpentine in nature. It glided through the air silently ready to pounce upon unsuspecting prey. Using the extra skin as a sort of kite it bend the air and sky to its will and the fan on its tail allowed for extra acceleration. This thing would eat them for breakfast if it got the opportunity and it was perhaps a blessing from the All Mother that this horror didn’t have the claws to grasp his prey with otherwise they wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Tyrhallan was the first to regain his senses, name it battle instinct or simply not wanting to be a sitting duck, he ordered Viscera to rush up to Tobhias and Alexa. 
“GO! And Mage keep an eye on this bastard, help her evade it!”
An otherworldly shriek silenced the rest of his words as they all covered their ears in pain at the loud pitch of it.
Eilis looked on horrified wondering not for the first time whether she was some sort of bad luck charm.