It was clear that the elf with Elgar'nan's markings - stripped to his smallclothes though he might have been - knew far more about their current circumstances than any of the other collared in the cage. Her expression darkened even further as he spoke...and as he continued to speak. Her considering look from before was turning swiftly to one of annoyance. Her anger lent credence to irritation, and regardless of whatever context the man was able to provide, Katriel found herself baring teeth in his direction. Fighting to keep a reign on her temper, and ignoring the man next to her (Cade) who struggled to pry his collar apart, she looked out to the world beyond the bars of their cage. With an idle thought, she pricked her forearm with a talon on the opposing hand, smeared her fingers with blood, and touched them to the floor of the cage as she flung her magic out in a wide arc.
Fortunately, the collar only seemed to drain magic that was actively aimed against it. It left her casting alone as she directed it further beyond its reach. After a moment, however, Katriel frowned as her magic sense caught upon life in the distance. Subtly, so as not to be discovered, she drew her mana back into her.
And the red-haired elf was still talking.
"Is it your age that makes you so verbose, or are you normally so incapable of holding your tongue?" The words came out on the near edge of a hiss, keeping her volume quiet even in the face of her irritation.
She might have had more in common with the elf than anyone else at the moment, but in truth, that only counted against him. In this particular circumstance, being spoken to as if she were lesser, being instructed on what to do, especially in so haughty a tone - by one who used to be a slave, no less - rubbed her in all the wrong ways. She did not, furthermore, understand why or how he was so forthcoming with his past - or his knowledge. Surely he would realize that only made him seem more suspicious? The cage had not been locked. It had opened too easily. Whomever had captured them and placed these collars around their necks had planned for them to escape it.
The situation reeked of a trap. But of what kind, she wondered? She felt it already, the cool air of the dungeon against her skin, the sting of the lash, the warmth of blood beneath her talons. And the dark. Ever the dark.
She huffed, and jumped from the cage behind the kossith. Her glare towards Faelyn was no less poisonous, even as she murmured, "There are a handful of lifesigns just a few dragonlengths away, beyond those trees. Enough people to form a camp. If we are to find keys for our collars, it would reason that they would be kept there." She glanced at the human that had cast her such an unnerved look (Jorah) before fixing Faelyn with another hard glare. "The why, the who...they do not matter. Elgnan," she could not help the small smirk that crossed her lips here, there and gone with a breath, "will not win, this day."
tldr:// Katriel cuts herself with her own claws, using magic to sense beyond the bounds of the cage. When she discovers that they are not alone, she tells Faelyn that he talks too much, and she begins to get suspicious of him. She jumps out of the cage and tells the group that she senses people camped just beyond the trees, and then makes fun of Elgar'nan.
Fortunately, the collar only seemed to drain magic that was actively aimed against it. It left her casting alone as she directed it further beyond its reach. After a moment, however, Katriel frowned as her magic sense caught upon life in the distance. Subtly, so as not to be discovered, she drew her mana back into her.
And the red-haired elf was still talking.
"Is it your age that makes you so verbose, or are you normally so incapable of holding your tongue?" The words came out on the near edge of a hiss, keeping her volume quiet even in the face of her irritation.
She might have had more in common with the elf than anyone else at the moment, but in truth, that only counted against him. In this particular circumstance, being spoken to as if she were lesser, being instructed on what to do, especially in so haughty a tone - by one who used to be a slave, no less - rubbed her in all the wrong ways. She did not, furthermore, understand why or how he was so forthcoming with his past - or his knowledge. Surely he would realize that only made him seem more suspicious? The cage had not been locked. It had opened too easily. Whomever had captured them and placed these collars around their necks had planned for them to escape it.
The situation reeked of a trap. But of what kind, she wondered? She felt it already, the cool air of the dungeon against her skin, the sting of the lash, the warmth of blood beneath her talons. And the dark. Ever the dark.
She huffed, and jumped from the cage behind the kossith. Her glare towards Faelyn was no less poisonous, even as she murmured, "There are a handful of lifesigns just a few dragonlengths away, beyond those trees. Enough people to form a camp. If we are to find keys for our collars, it would reason that they would be kept there." She glanced at the human that had cast her such an unnerved look (Jorah) before fixing Faelyn with another hard glare. "The why, the who...they do not matter. Elgnan," she could not help the small smirk that crossed her lips here, there and gone with a breath, "will not win, this day."
tldr:// Katriel cuts herself with her own claws, using magic to sense beyond the bounds of the cage. When she discovers that they are not alone, she tells Faelyn that he talks too much, and she begins to get suspicious of him. She jumps out of the cage and tells the group that she senses people camped just beyond the trees, and then makes fun of Elgar'nan.
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