Ireth
Mythic Scribe
Leto
Leto smiles and squeezes Hess' hand, then looks at Kell. "We might not need a spell to make us deaf, if we can just find a way to plug our ears and still fight."
She turns and lets go of Hess's hand to try scaling the tree.
Her hands must be too slick with sweat to let her climb, but the vines coil around her and lift her up anyway. Leto blinks as she sees the woman sitting on a branch, and waves in greeting. "Hello."
Leto smiles and squeezes Hess' hand, then looks at Kell. "We might not need a spell to make us deaf, if we can just find a way to plug our ears and still fight."
She turns and lets go of Hess's hand to try scaling the tree.
Her hands must be too slick with sweat to let her climb, but the vines coil around her and lift her up anyway. Leto blinks as she sees the woman sitting on a branch, and waves in greeting. "Hello."
Dark Lord