bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Everything was moving so quickly that Beth didn't even register that her clothing had been torn again, her attention caught between casting her spell and being trapped in Ashya's. At least she had managed to finish hers off before stepping sideways to avoid the brunt of the blast. The cold air worked its way around her body, winding into her flesh and the fabric of her robes, the chill strong enough to lock her body into place. A layer of frost had begun to solidify into ice on her skin, rendering her immobile for the few seconds before she saw Aurin coming out of nowhere. A flare of blue light erupted from him, powerful anti-magic that only a Templar possessed. It washed over her, dissolving the ice encasing her limbs.
She was freezing, and damp, and...Maker, the rip in her clothing had been more severe than she had realized. The rest of that one sleeve was barely hanging down her arm by a thread, and half of her top was missing, exposing her chest and her smallclothes. She brought her arms down to cover herself as soon as they were free, trying to clutch at what little shreds she could. The shock to her system had definitely calmed her down; Beth was no longer angry, but suddenly embarrassed, ashamed, and stunned, as if she had just woken up from a bad dream. This was real, though, so very real, and utterly humiliating. It wasn't even just that she was standing half-naked in front of an audience, it was that she had lost control of herself and her temper, and felt like the worst example of a mage that the Circle could have sent. She shouldn't have been here, and she shouldn't have started this fight, even if it was with the best of intentions.
Overwhelmed by the surge of emotions and drained by the expulsion of mana, Beth felt her legs begin to shake underneath her, and she slowly dropped to her knees. She hunched over in a desperate attempt to hide her body. Her eyes were wet with tears, and she couldn't even bear to look up at anyone around her.