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[color=1BEFF2]Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Rue [@Potter], Eris and “Valerie”(Raven)[@Tae], Annya [@princess], and Inori [@Shard]
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas. [/color]

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[color=B3E3E4]Bowyn only let out a tired sigh at Raven’s outburst. Hadn’t he agreed to be civil, to agree to disagree but still cooperate? The outburst, mainly the shouting, seemed more than a bit extreme. So her words grated on his nerves. Even more so when she went on pointing out his own flaws as if he wasn’t well aware of them. Mostly he was angry at himself, for thinking he could even have an open conversation with the lot of them, other than Rue, these were not his people. To trust anyone outside of his village was always a mistake. Gods, he needed a drink right now. 

Bowyn remained unaware that Raven, who he knew as Valerie, was a human rather than a demihuman. Her desire to go home sounded like a bizarre tantrum, only later did he realize that he might have just pushed a terrified and confused human to her breaking point. He had been about to say something to Annya, regarding Inori, when Rue fainted. 

Bowyn was immediately at Rue’s side, fear tapping into his magic with ease. He felt the frantic pulse at Rue’s neck, the heat on her skin. She was a winter fairy, like him, but he doubted she’d been this far from the north for very long, not used to the heat and sun here. Cold terror at seeing Rue fall was an easy thing to channel into his hands. Cold hands frantically began to turn both moisture in the air and the sweat that beaded upon Rue’s skin into fresh snow. 

Bowyn barely watched the broadcast, only heard the demon speak and awful screams in the background as his focus remained on Rue. But it wasn’t hard to understand what was happening, and it only fed the fear and the anger that gave his magic strength. 

He packed as much snow as he could create around Rue, letting it melt and cool his friend further, then willing it to lightly frost. He would’ve called for someone to grab water, but the wind picked up with violent fury. His concentration broke from Rue just as violent winds wrapped around a screaming Raven. 

A human. A human with no control over emotion or magic, about to let loose enough power to devastate River Port. Wind and sand and raw power whipped and blew away the snow and sent swirling sand flying. 

Bowyn dug deeper, tapping into every bit of buried rage and terror he held on to. He focused his attention on pulling the moisture from the air away from the area directly around Raven and her tornado. Bowyn raised his hands, reaching out for the water in the air and freezing it. His magic seized it, pulled it down from above Raven and towards the ground, before continuing to pull and gather it towards him. Bits of hail moved through the air and around him, combined and reformed as he began to build a shield around the group. The air around them became colder and his every exhale left a puff of condensation. His intention was to both pull the moisture from Raven’s tornado, limit her ability to intensify her storm, as well as keep Rue cool enough to gain her strength back.

More and more ice formed, an amorphous shape that took all of Bown’s effort to hold and maintain as it took the brunt of the debris and protected those around him from sand and winds. Every hit from debris knocked bits of ice from the shield, every haphazard repair left it weaker. 

Bowyn knew two things, they could neither kill Raven, nor could they let her destroy this town. He looked towards Annya, as a leader in a time of crisis.

[color=1BEFF2]“Can you stop her?”[/color] He struggled to shout over the wind. His concentration on his magic wavered slightly both as he spoke and as he briefly considered trying to move Rue to safety and leaving the rest of them behind. But he’d already given his word to help protect them, and he couldn’t waste any energy on anything except the task in front of him.[/color]