hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

Had Megara been someone else, Ruth perhaps, she might have smirked at the woman’s attempts to struggle against her magic, lunge for her, but her face assumed a calm pool. She merely adjusted the gesture of her hand, vines curling further around the woman to impede her from hurting herself or others further.

Misunderstanding? Her gaze now flickered to him with his standing between, but she shifted a step to one side to keep Ema in her sights. Her confession dampened the insult to a sense of pity, hardening with Nairn’s veiled threat.

Meg sighed, some tension in her shoulders released though not all. This woman had served him long, faithfully, but still didn’t understand? She tried to catch her eye, her look reflecting kindness, but honesty and truth were about to cut deep. You have helped him, but what about him has changed in the time you have known him? You allowed a daydream to obscure the reality of everything. He will never love you. Or anyone else.

Then her face went ice cold, the chill evident in her eyes as she stared. And if you’d managed to succeed? Well then. I think you and I would have a lot more to talk about, than reminding you of what you should already be more than aware of.

Nairn might dispatch her, but with the Evanaris as an ace, Megara could keep her hovering on the cusp indefinitely. Which reminded the elf that it had been a long time since she’d sparred recreationally, hands curling into fist as they hung against her sides.

Does she need healing, or can I go?

@Nairn Neirdre