Maker help him if the poor man’s heart didn’t stop right then and there. He’d fought Qunari, undead, giant spiders, he got into shouting matches with the one person who could make him Tranquil, but when it came to dogs…or wolves, whatever it was that had just plopped down before them, he was frightened into submission. Almost immediately he back tracked towards Kirkwall, side-stepping so that he was behind Sarah a few paces when the beast landed.
Again, he jumped to conclusions about the young woman and his fingers sparked to life with fire. She was trying to kill him! Why else would she tease his curiosity like she did? She somehow knew he didn’t know what a High Summoner was and she somehow knew it would intrigue him as much as it did! And now he was going to die by being torn to shreds by this beast of hers that was her damned travel companion! …Wait.
Travel companion.
The flames died when his eyes met Sarah’s. He breathed in a shaky sigh of relief, though his worried expression returned as he glanced over her at the beast. Once upon a time, buried beneath many memories, hidden behind the years, he had been chased by dogs, mainly Mabari, when he was but a child. Orlesian’s and Noble’s weren’t exactly found of elven children and trained their monstrous canines into chasing them away, even if they weren’t anywhere near the snobby bastards. He set his jaw stubbornly, as if to mask his slight uneasiness, or fear who really categorizes these things, of her companion and crossed his arms once more.
He decided it’d be best not to inquire her about her companion and merely stood back as she reunited with him.
There was a spark in the air, the source of which was Orsino. Sarah didn’t know exactly what caused his aura to flare earlier. Aunduin had a habit to cause a bit of fright in people, due to his appearance. But, basing it off aesthetics only, she did not blame their refusal to approach.
She looked over the First Enchanter and how rigid he immediately became. Gentle hands pressed to the older man’s arms and the reassuring smile tugged on her lips. Softened was her gaze, which now sought to meet his own. “Relax, please? I rather you focus more on the vandals around here rather than Aunduin, he’s actually hear to aid you.. in case we are not privileged enough to be left alone.”
The beast tilted its head and focused on the tall, lanky elf. He sniffed at him then shifted his attention back to Sarah, who had already started to walk toward the hills. That is when Aunduin’s predatory behavior began to shine through, especially as he walked between the First Enchanter and his mistress. She attempted to be quiet, allowing Aunduin to smell the threats they were unable to see.
Giving them enough distance away from Kirkwall, Sarah turned to the hills and suspected that any further and they would fall victims to an ambush. Stopping, Sarah turned to Orsino and then to Aunduin. Small hands were lost in his white fur as she brushed the top of his head, “Keep an eye on things,” it was all she said before pulling a few steps away from them.
Clouds had gathered overhead, shrouding the moon, but its light could still be seen above, though did not help in peeling away the shadows surrounding them. She had to do this quick, for the darkness attracted the unpleasant sort of folk.
Her head tilted back so that her eyes gazed at the blanket of clouds high above and her hood fell back in the process. She was quiet at first, but her breathing started to change as it slowed down and grew deeper. From her lips spilled quiet words, a string of chants that were hardly audible unless one paid close attention. Her features, once soft, hardened as she tapped her own source of inner-strength and put it into the spell. Along her face, soft markings had formed underneath her flesh, as if her veins were luminescent.
The air around her had shifted as the wave of aura oscillates, surrounding her figure and spreading out. The robe fluttered lightly around her ankles, and soon, her hair joined in on the whimsical dance. An arm rose above her head and fingers were outstretched, as if she was reaching for something, for they strained to reach the heavens. Green eyes had already shifted to their glasz color and had become much like Aunduin’s when light fell on its reflective surface.
Her soft chanting had come to an end, leaving only a Sarah that set her jaw firmly and sucked hair sharply between gritted teeth.
Her staff was not present to amplify her powers, she had to trust that the bonds that bound her to this summon would hold true. But she had not known how effective it was, for when she was done, and her arm lowered to her side, she tiredly stared at the skies.
Turning to Orsino, Sarah rested both hands before her thighs and approached him quietly. Once she had stood before him, and lightly reached for his hand, a roar faintly broke through the atmosphere, but had distinctively come from above. She keeps her shimmering gaze to the First Enchanter, even now, as the clouds parted to make way for a large figure, one with wings.