"I'm a wicked shot with a bow and arrow," Brianna replied with a grin, her bow slung over her shoulder and her quiver strapped to her back. She looked longingly at her pack, still resting by the table, and thought quickly on whether or not she'd need anything within. With a shake of her head, she decided against bringing anything unnecessary. It'd only weigh her down, and in combat, her maneuverability was key.
As she pulled her leopard-skin cloak around her body, pulling the beast's head over her own, she replied to Zaeren in a low, deadly voice, "You don't need to remind me of that." Of course she knew dragons were dangerous. The scar on her left shoulder would never let her forget. Her steely gaze fell on the portal, and before she could convince herself otherwise, Brianna stepped through.
Travel by portal was never fun. It was why she traveled everywhere by foot. Her body felt like it was being pulled in every direction at once as she fell through the void. It was like seeing the universe splayed out before her, whirring by so fast she couldn't even process anything outside of blurring colors and flashes of light.
And then it was over. She'd stepped out onto the other side as if she'd stepped through a door. Spacial awareness be dammed, apparently.
The scene before her was... off. It was a mountain, but not a mountain. What appeared to be a mountain was transparent, at least from where she stood. Within the vision she could see an enormous castle, no doubt the home of the king. Brianna's heart pounded in her chest. She was really here. She was really fucking here and she was going to rip that monster's god's damned throat out. In a fluid motion, one she could do with her eyes closed, Brianna swung the bow around and off her back. Standing it up, she strung it, testing its tensile strength until she got it just right.
It was time.
Her eyes were alight with the fires of determination, and the woman looked as fierce as the beast whose skin she wore.
"It's time. Let's go."
As she pulled her leopard-skin cloak around her body, pulling the beast's head over her own, she replied to Zaeren in a low, deadly voice, "You don't need to remind me of that." Of course she knew dragons were dangerous. The scar on her left shoulder would never let her forget. Her steely gaze fell on the portal, and before she could convince herself otherwise, Brianna stepped through.
Travel by portal was never fun. It was why she traveled everywhere by foot. Her body felt like it was being pulled in every direction at once as she fell through the void. It was like seeing the universe splayed out before her, whirring by so fast she couldn't even process anything outside of blurring colors and flashes of light.
And then it was over. She'd stepped out onto the other side as if she'd stepped through a door. Spacial awareness be dammed, apparently.
The scene before her was... off. It was a mountain, but not a mountain. What appeared to be a mountain was transparent, at least from where she stood. Within the vision she could see an enormous castle, no doubt the home of the king. Brianna's heart pounded in her chest. She was really here. She was really fucking here and she was going to rip that monster's god's damned throat out. In a fluid motion, one she could do with her eyes closed, Brianna swung the bow around and off her back. Standing it up, she strung it, testing its tensile strength until she got it just right.
It was time.
Her eyes were alight with the fires of determination, and the woman looked as fierce as the beast whose skin she wore.
"It's time. Let's go."
