Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Frost quivers with the effort of will it takes to hold her position as she hears her comrades lay conditions for the truce. The battle-lust - and the insane clarity of thought that comes with it - insists that she leave no enemy at her back, but her sense of honor demands that she hold to her friends' word.
Icy breezes waft from her in all directions as the conflicting demands paralyze her as effectively as the witch's spell had only moments ago.
Icy breezes waft from her in all directions as the conflicting demands paralyze her as effectively as the witch's spell had only moments ago.