04-16-2021, 06:49 PM
Altissima attempts to take a step backwards from Tarian, to even out the space between them again, but her legs wobble with that slight movement. She can feel her body tilt and without her even wanting it to happen her wings flare into existence where there had only been exposed ribs moments ago. They extend out, helping her with her balance, and she folds them at her sides as she steadies herself.
Her head is swimming worse now than it was before but she stomps a hoof in irritation, willing herself not to faint. Not now. Hold out a little longer. If this darkness persists any longer she’s extremely sure it’s going to kill her, and the weaker she becomes the less that feels like a bad thing. What a sweet relief death might be.
She’ll never admit that out loud, though. Altissima bristles at even the idea of Tarian’s pity.
She's lost track of whatever barb he had thrown her way. It’s a long stretched-out moment before she can string together words again and she starts to squeeze her wings against her sides like she can hold herself up. “I think anywhere that crowns you champion is a place I’d be better off avoiding at all costs.” Not that she had any particular interest in joining any of the lands.
Wait, what had she been trying to do? Right - distract herself. So she keeps talking in that wraith-thin voice “Could be fun though, to see your face when I managed to sneak past.” She tilts her head a little to the side, and continues after a shaky inhale. “Would I become champion then?” He’s close enough he might be able to catch the faintest shine of amusement in her eyes bringing a little life to her.
Her head is swimming worse now than it was before but she stomps a hoof in irritation, willing herself not to faint. Not now. Hold out a little longer. If this darkness persists any longer she’s extremely sure it’s going to kill her, and the weaker she becomes the less that feels like a bad thing. What a sweet relief death might be.
She’ll never admit that out loud, though. Altissima bristles at even the idea of Tarian’s pity.
She's lost track of whatever barb he had thrown her way. It’s a long stretched-out moment before she can string together words again and she starts to squeeze her wings against her sides like she can hold herself up. “I think anywhere that crowns you champion is a place I’d be better off avoiding at all costs.” Not that she had any particular interest in joining any of the lands.
Wait, what had she been trying to do? Right - distract herself. So she keeps talking in that wraith-thin voice “Could be fun though, to see your face when I managed to sneak past.” She tilts her head a little to the side, and continues after a shaky inhale. “Would I become champion then?” He’s close enough he might be able to catch the faintest shine of amusement in her eyes bringing a little life to her.
altissima
@[Tarian]
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