Sheena can't do as much light as she can fire; it feels stupid in all the trees but she does it anyway, asking for and receiving a floating fireball to follow her along. Keeps her hands free where a lit-up card wouldn't.
Then she's so close she nearly trips over him and his stupid giant owl. Sheena skids to a stop, using the rest of her momentum to land herself in a half-kneel next to him. The firelight reveals he was telling the whole truth: there aren't any hands at the ends of his arms.
It takes way more effort than she'll admit not to throw up.]
Hey. [Talking is a bad idea and that's too bad.] Hey, I made it.
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Sheena can't do as much light as she can fire; it feels stupid in all the trees but she does it anyway, asking for and receiving a floating fireball to follow her along. Keeps her hands free where a lit-up card wouldn't.
Then she's so close she nearly trips over him and his stupid giant owl. Sheena skids to a stop, using the rest of her momentum to land herself in a half-kneel next to him. The firelight reveals he was telling the whole truth: there aren't any hands at the ends of his arms.
It takes way more effort than she'll admit not to throw up.]
Hey. [Talking is a bad idea and that's too bad.] Hey, I made it.