It's not as odd as it should be, to find her in the streets of Amaurot. The sound might be everywhere, ceaseless and unyielding, but this, too, is her home. Somewhere where there are people to be saved. Lives to be spared, if they can be.
He doesn't need to even so much as think about stepping up to her side, uncaring that somewhere between the Bureau of the Architect and here his hood has fallen loose, leaving pale hair to spill down around his mask and over his shoulders.
The meteors fall, and he knows - without thinking - that they will not listen to even his earth magicks. No, if he is to answer them it is to be another way, and a lance of lightning chases after one of her arrows, all but vaporizing the resultant debris.
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He doesn't need to even so much as think about stepping up to her side, uncaring that somewhere between the Bureau of the Architect and here his hood has fallen loose, leaving pale hair to spill down around his mask and over his shoulders.
The meteors fall, and he knows - without thinking - that they will not listen to even his earth magicks. No, if he is to answer them it is to be another way, and a lance of lightning chases after one of her arrows, all but vaporizing the resultant debris.