[Ade stands up. It's hard not to feel eyes on her, especially when she turns around and sees a pair of them, gleaming. Instinct tells her to run for it, hide somewhere. But she clamps down on the urge. She doesn't dismiss the light, though perhaps she should, instead allowing it to circle in a pointed arc around her. It bobbles and weaves near the weeds.]
Show yourself! [She stands tall. There is nothing to fear. She lets herself believe that.]
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Show yourself! [She stands tall. There is nothing to fear. She lets herself believe that.]