[one thing wanda will have to commend the group for is the quick and rational way everyone reactsβnot bumbling into danger, seeking to protect one another, and listening, actually, to directives from those more experienced.
steve's question makes her expression pinch in thought, allowing her magic, her powers, to gather whatever thoughts and emotions that can be picked out past their little group. it's not necessarily unusual, what she feels, but it's unexpected. it'sβ
well, it's gentle. friendly, almost.
she turns to steve, shaking her head.]
There's more than one. A group of... somethings. [she can't quite pinpoint what they are. she clicks the heels of her boots against her horse, a light encouragement to move further up the caravan.] I don't think we need the shields.
[that's at billy. she wants to get aloy's feedback, more so, whether she's spotted anything. and then, suddenly, as if waiting on their cue, a number of stone-like faces pop from around themβfrom the bushes, from under overgrown roots and behind trees.
they make a curious sound as they approach, looking a little too clumsy but certainly not all too dangerous.
wanda's stares at them, unsure of what to do about them.
hastily, before anyone (including herself) does anything abrupt:]
no subject
steve's question makes her expression pinch in thought, allowing her magic, her powers, to gather whatever thoughts and emotions that can be picked out past their little group. it's not necessarily unusual, what she feels, but it's unexpected. it'sβ
well, it's gentle. friendly, almost.
she turns to steve, shaking her head.]
There's more than one. A group of... somethings. [she can't quite pinpoint what they are. she clicks the heels of her boots against her horse, a light encouragement to move further up the caravan.] I don't think we need the shields.
[that's at billy. she wants to get aloy's feedback, more so, whether she's spotted anything. and then, suddenly, as if waiting on their cue, a number of stone-like faces pop from around themβfrom the bushes, from under overgrown roots and behind trees.
they make a curious sound as they approach, looking a little too clumsy but certainly not all too dangerous.
wanda's stares at them, unsure of what to do about them.
hastily, before anyone (including herself) does anything abrupt:]
I don't sense a threat from them.