ATTN:[@Polaris North], [@AzureKnight][hr]Above... the sky... the infinite light of the sun... the warmth of its ethereal touch... and yet, it was so far... impeded...

It would go unnoticed by the witch, surely, the look in Scarlett’s eyes, as she tilted them to where she was channeling her spell. Against her bestial urges, she didn’t sink her harpoon into the wall, and hold her ground. No, no. They assumed her domesticated; cowed by Shavis - tamed and tempered...

...she had to maintain that illusion. If she did, they would send her out into the dangerous world - to the punishment - and salvation - she sought. If she was dangerous, they would lock her away... or worse...

So, she would allow the witch her triumph at range; freely fall into the talons of the Summon, the giant bird of prey, and come face-to-face with the Summoner.[center][h2]{[color=000000]Unimpressive.[/color]}[/h2][/center]
Scarlett’s eyes, lipid pools of her namesake, stared at the woman that deigned to scold her - pupils mutated into crossing, before she narrowed her eyes, and grinned, as her tongue overextending upon the scar that caressed her cheek and exposed rows of fangs --

-- or, did she? Rozemyne only caught a glimpse of what lies beneath - the beast filling the void that Scarlett left behind. And yet, as quickly as it came, she was staring at an apathetic woman that didn’t seem any more bothered than she was interested.

Her eyes conveyed a message, loud and clear, though: “[i][b]I don't care.[/b][/i]”

Still, she wouldn’t resist - allow victory; play docile; earn punishment.

As they landed, Scarlett wouldn’t make any sudden movements until Shavis put her hand on her.

[quote][color=fff200]"Come on Scarlett, maybe you can take a nap somewhere else."[/color][/quote]
In her quest to comfort, Shavis likely wouldn’t notice the sharp spines beneath the cloak - it was heavy for a reason, and she was more dense muscle than sensitive flesh. However, it would be impossible for those that walked behind Scarlett to miss the bloody footprints she left behind, as the spines receded into her flesh...
[center][h2]{[color=000000]You wanted to be dropped.[/color]}[/h2][/center]
She did. The Beast had almost won. The Human had reigned her in. She wanted to skewer the feet of the bird, and be dropped - freed - knowing, well, she would survive with her Alchemy to stitch her back together, so long as her brain was intact.

Scarlett kept the spines of serrated iron from Icarus’s feet, but they still were like a death metal porcupine. She, too, wanted to be free. But, this was not the time, and not the place.

At least, not yet.

So, she followed Shavis like she was told to... into the fray... into the fire...