They're a little exposed for her taste - she'd prefer Alloran have his back against a tree or something - but at least her expanded sense aren't on the fritz. She settles into a meditative pose, legs crossed, and listens with every part of her body. The one nice thing about what they're fighting is, it absolutely cannot sneak up on her pretending to be something else. The renders and the sisters distort the world around them; it's impossible to mistake for something natural.
The air is still, the sounds of the forest regular and unconcerned with the drifting screams and smoke not fifty yards away. Alloran's blood leaves a nice, visible trail; she can already see insects descending on the unexpected feast. At least they're having a nice time. She faces his blood-trail, on the principle that anything following them will likely be following that.
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They're a little exposed for her taste - she'd prefer Alloran have his back against a tree or something - but at least her expanded sense aren't on the fritz. She settles into a meditative pose, legs crossed, and listens with every part of her body. The one nice thing about what they're fighting is, it absolutely cannot sneak up on her pretending to be something else. The renders and the sisters distort the world around them; it's impossible to mistake for something natural.
The air is still, the sounds of the forest regular and unconcerned with the drifting screams and smoke not fifty yards away. Alloran's blood leaves a nice, visible trail; she can already see insects descending on the unexpected feast. At least they're having a nice time. She faces his blood-trail, on the principle that anything following them will likely be following that.