Freya's eyes widened as she watched the earth being ripped apart, starting from where Harol was standing and travelling very far until it eventually stopped, creating a chasm in the ground not too far away from their feet. Looking at the chasm for a moment, Freya could only be grateful she moved out of the way in time. She nodded in response to Harol's words and sat down, getting the splinters out of her feet before putting her boots on, soon after that getting her hood, veil and gloves back on as well, causing her to be as unrecognisable as usual.
Admiring Harol's work as he took his breath for a moment, Freya couldn't help but be impressed. Sure she had seen what he had done the day before, but now she was again reminded of how powerful he actually was. And although this would certainly draw attention, he had just saved their lives. When he told her to stay at the right side of the chasm she nodded and started walking when he was ready.
What he had done was truly impressive, and Freya quietly thought about everything. He was a very powerful mage, and she couldn't help but notice that again. It just sounded ridiculous that a powerful mage like Harol needed Freya's help to protect him, yet that was their strange reality.
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When after a long while Helena had finally managed to calm down, she looked up, her eyes still slightly watery and red because of the crying. "Thank you." Was all she said softly, still not getting off his lap. It felt just too good to sit there with him like that and she wanted to make the moment last longer, even if everything was fine now. Just so she could enjoy being with her friend.
She didn't care if the maids would see the two of them like that and what they would think of it. They could think whatever they wanted, and always ask if they got curious about what was going on between the two, which was nothing special at the moment. Her father would be home late, so he wouldn't possibly see them like this. Not like Helena would care what her father would have to say about it. He was never around, never made time for her. He was only barely a part of her life, she only saw him maybe two hours a day. So what would give him the right to judge and boss her, while never being there for her anyway? And since her mother died because of a only a month after Leo had left, that was no option neither. So to Helena, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
She didn't care if the maids would see the two of them like that and what they would think of it. They could think whatever they wanted, and always ask if they got curious about what was going on between the two, which was nothing special at the moment. Her father would be home late, so he wouldn't possibly see them like this. Not like Helena would care what her father would have to say about it. He was never around, never made time for her. He was only barely a part of her life, she only saw him maybe two hours a day. So what would give him the right to judge and boss her, while never being there for her anyway? And since her mother died because of a only a month after Leo had left, that was no option neither. So to Helena, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Helena nodded again quietly, not managing to bring out even a single more word. She felt relieved and reassured, knowing Leo would stay with her until she told him to leave, something she certainly didn't intent to do. She wanted him close to her, and not just for the moment, but for very long.
After a little longer it seemed to be the case that her tears ran dry, as they stopped rolling down her face, and the soft sobbing ended too. Still, Helena didn't move from her friend's lap, still trying to fully calm down. Just that the crying and sobbing had stopped didn't mean that she was completely calm already.
After a little longer it seemed to be the case that her tears ran dry, as they stopped rolling down her face, and the soft sobbing ended too. Still, Helena didn't move from her friend's lap, still trying to fully calm down. Just that the crying and sobbing had stopped didn't mean that she was completely calm already.
Wow, that's really impressive, I don't think I could manage to do that... The spells and names just sound like something that came right out of a series of books or a movie or anything, so you're doing a really great job at it.
Freya paid close attention to the sounds coming from the other side of the door, and cursed softly when it became obvious that there were at least two people with bad intentions over there. This wasn't a fortunate spot to be in, not at all. She wasn't looking forward to having yet another fight, even if this time it would be two against two, while they had taken down a much bigger group the previous day.
When Harol suggested using a spell, she looked at him in silence, wondering if the warlock had probably gone insane. Not because magic wasn't such a bad option, but because he had explained to her the other day that the spells his house practised had a great, large impact, and she was in the same room as he was, and he was wanting to use a spell. Letting out a sigh and mumbling something inaudible under her breath, Freya moved over to the door and tried to hold it shut.
The combined strength of the two men at the other side trying to open the door was a lot, and it took Freya a much effort and all the strength she had within her to keep the door shut, something that became very visible on the face of the rogue. When they managed to move the door ever so slightly, her feet slipped, and she felt pain stinging into them, several splinters coming from the wooden floor and piercing into her bare feet, seeing how she hadn't had anytime to put her shoes on just yet, very much like her hooded coat, veil and gloves. As the various splinters got stuck in her feet, an expression of pain mixed with the rest of the look on her face.
When she heard Harol stopped his chanting she quickly moved away from the door, hoping for the sake of both of their lives that he knew what he was doing, as the splinters were pressed further into her feet with every step she took.
When Harol suggested using a spell, she looked at him in silence, wondering if the warlock had probably gone insane. Not because magic wasn't such a bad option, but because he had explained to her the other day that the spells his house practised had a great, large impact, and she was in the same room as he was, and he was wanting to use a spell. Letting out a sigh and mumbling something inaudible under her breath, Freya moved over to the door and tried to hold it shut.
The combined strength of the two men at the other side trying to open the door was a lot, and it took Freya a much effort and all the strength she had within her to keep the door shut, something that became very visible on the face of the rogue. When they managed to move the door ever so slightly, her feet slipped, and she felt pain stinging into them, several splinters coming from the wooden floor and piercing into her bare feet, seeing how she hadn't had anytime to put her shoes on just yet, very much like her hooded coat, veil and gloves. As the various splinters got stuck in her feet, an expression of pain mixed with the rest of the look on her face.
When she heard Harol stopped his chanting she quickly moved away from the door, hoping for the sake of both of their lives that he knew what he was doing, as the splinters were pressed further into her feet with every step she took.
I'm back. I'll let you describe the spell in your next post and see what I can come up with for my post, but I'll probably read what's in the hider after your post anyway, because I'm being my curious self again.
Also I was wondering, do you come up with those spells yourself or are they from a game or books or something?
Also I was wondering, do you come up with those spells yourself or are they from a game or books or something?
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