CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
The archer, quite content to take orders, followed suite with the barrel, aiding in shoving it over while attempting not to suck in any more smoke. But when the water became ice, she froze, unaware of what was happening--- and then the mage's silhouette and rod became clear. She coughed into her sleeve, squinting to catch a better glimpse of-- was that Peony? It had been some time since Cressida had laid eyes on the Councilor, but there was no time to wonder.
Rather than offering a verbal response, she nodded, touching a hand to Eden's shoulder as if to ask Are you okay?