Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140221014923

Brighid's face was carved in stone, cold and emotionless, as she again turned her attention to the Listener. Connected to the Night Mother she might be--but she wielded no special powers. Brighid knew her well, knew her weaknesses, her strengths. The Listener knew her not at all. She had never used magic in the Listener's presence other than a simple flame spell to light candles. Now she drew upon everything she had ever learned from her father, throwing just enough to keep the Listener off balance and struggling and allow her magicka to stay charged. She threw another blast of shock with one hand as she called up a fireball in the other. When the Listener dodged, she aimed the fireball at the place where the Listener was dodging to.

Anneken continued to climb. Her goal was to stay safe. If all of the others failed, she must stay alive to exact revenge. This was the agreement she and Brighid had reached long ago. She would fulfill her bargain. Her eyes glowed with hatred.