[ The retort is automatic, another shiver of annoyance, but at least this one is familiar: like she's rolling her eyes at him. ]
I don't love protocol--
[ Merde. Merde, that's him, isn't it. She tries to smother the emotions threatening to well up and across the connection between them, but he'll feel something, the emotion as whisper-fine as a veil: hope. Hope that this isn't a trick. And whether or not it is, she has to seek it out. Has to seek him out, because one way or another, she needs to get her answers.
From where she is, she surveys her options, and heads for a rocky outcropping that will give her just a bit of height. And there, she starts to draw. Whatever this power is, she isn't sure, but she can almost see the words in her mind's eye. Light, circle, boundary.
She can work with that.
There's silence down the connection, though her presence (for lack of a better word) remains. And then, in the distance, a shot of lightning poised at the sky. He's not overly far from her, perhaps a quarter of a mile at most? But the crack through the air and the streak of light have absolutely caught the attention of more monsters. The few that aren't engaged with Gustave presently are turning in that direction and Lune needs to make preparations for them. ]
They're headed my way now. Keep going, I'll hold them down until you get here. There's a rock formation, you can't miss it.
[ With ink-stained fingers, she's drawing long slices of runes she's never seen before along the outcropping. Boundary, bounds, something. She knows and doesn't know, and it doesn't matter. If she can keep them directly off of her while she starts burning them to cinders, that's all she needs to do. And while she's waiting, that's exactly the plan: pulling up some kind of warded bounds they cannot cross, and for her to trace sigils in the air for fire as she scorches anything that gets too close. ]
you are so good don't even worry about it (p.s. spoils all the way down)
I don't love protocol--
[ Merde. Merde, that's him, isn't it. She tries to smother the emotions threatening to well up and across the connection between them, but he'll feel something, the emotion as whisper-fine as a veil: hope. Hope that this isn't a trick. And whether or not it is, she has to seek it out. Has to seek him out, because one way or another, she needs to get her answers.
From where she is, she surveys her options, and heads for a rocky outcropping that will give her just a bit of height. And there, she starts to draw. Whatever this power is, she isn't sure, but she can almost see the words in her mind's eye. Light, circle, boundary.
She can work with that.
There's silence down the connection, though her presence (for lack of a better word) remains. And then, in the distance, a shot of lightning poised at the sky. He's not overly far from her, perhaps a quarter of a mile at most? But the crack through the air and the streak of light have absolutely caught the attention of more monsters. The few that aren't engaged with Gustave presently are turning in that direction and Lune needs to make preparations for them. ]
They're headed my way now. Keep going, I'll hold them down until you get here. There's a rock formation, you can't miss it.
[ With ink-stained fingers, she's drawing long slices of runes she's never seen before along the outcropping. Boundary, bounds, something. She knows and doesn't know, and it doesn't matter. If she can keep them directly off of her while she starts burning them to cinders, that's all she needs to do. And while she's waiting, that's exactly the plan: pulling up some kind of warded bounds they cannot cross, and for her to trace sigils in the air for fire as she scorches anything that gets too close. ]