For a moment - just a moment - Greta is convinced that the burst and clatter through the trees is a second bear, and she has the sinking feeling that she might have to use her blood magic to survive. One bear she could manage, she hopes, without such a thing. But two?
And then, instead, there is a woman. Strong, fearsome and sounding of home, and there's a strange mix of fear and nostalgia that twists in her gut as Greta automatically falls back to allow her room. That she would assist the stranger was no question, though whether she will need to run after... that is another matter.
Ice bolts from her staff, and she twists fast, cutting through the air and her hood falling back as she sends other spell. The frost magic leaves ice crawling over the bear, freezing it in place, as cold air circles it and an icicle hangs from its jaw.
"I do not know how long it will last," she warns, her own accent strong. With her hood back, two things are obvious, though not important: she is very pale, and very sunburned. Snow is a bastard, sometimes. "Do we run or fight?"
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And then, instead, there is a woman. Strong, fearsome and sounding of home, and there's a strange mix of fear and nostalgia that twists in her gut as Greta automatically falls back to allow her room. That she would assist the stranger was no question, though whether she will need to run after... that is another matter.
Ice bolts from her staff, and she twists fast, cutting through the air and her hood falling back as she sends other spell. The frost magic leaves ice crawling over the bear, freezing it in place, as cold air circles it and an icicle hangs from its jaw.
"I do not know how long it will last," she warns, her own accent strong. With her hood back, two things are obvious, though not important: she is very pale, and very sunburned. Snow is a bastard, sometimes. "Do we run or fight?"