[ jesus maxwell. milla narrowly avoided a collision course with the weirdly familiar but not quite so great angel that was lloyd irving, who brought with him a whole lot of trouble. it's with that same luck and forming headache that she narrowly manages to cast a fireball in time to fling the elf he ends up throwing in her direction away (which she's sure wasn't on purpose, but intent doesn't nurse a headache).
she moves forward to meet up with him. she would yell, truly, she would... (something along the lines of watch it, or why do you have wings--) but she's not interested in attracting one thousand and one dangerous critters to their location.
her sword is in hand, her brow is furrowed, hand on some of the rubble as she catches up to lloyd. ]
There's enough danger around here without you-- flying around like that, you know. [ there's a hint of how odd she finds the fact he has wings... and for a moment she considers that he might be a spirit, as much as he doesn't feel like one.
[ drops the cold coffee ]
she moves forward to meet up with him. she would yell, truly, she would... (something along the lines of watch it, or why do you have wings--) but she's not interested in attracting one thousand and one dangerous critters to their location.
her sword is in hand, her brow is furrowed, hand on some of the rubble as she catches up to lloyd. ]
There's enough danger around here without you-- flying around like that, you know. [ there's a hint of how odd she finds the fact he has wings... and for a moment she considers that he might be a spirit, as much as he doesn't feel like one.
yes, that's her way of checking if he's okay. ]