"Spells? As in Magic?" Had they gone barking mad? Of course there was no such thing as magic or druids, there, just...Couldn't be. "You, Drowess, judge too many things beyond repair, are you not a mystical creature? Do you not look like a burnt up piece of corpse?" Jeremy was lounged backwards on his steed, the chestnut gelding LiNeee had always dreamt about. "Watch your tongue, Jer. Or you'll be watching it roll along the ground with your horses head," LiNeee spat at him through her teeth, she was too busy spying on the congregation of males talking about the non-existant magic she intended on proving. "Watch your tongue," she heard Jeremy mumble behind her, the rest of his words hidden by the strange air as one of the males cast a spell. Bulging eyes were peering out from under the ebony cloaked, hood, LiNeee's ivory eyes shining brightly as she took in each action. "Wait here, you squib," she warned Jeremy before reining her horse; destiny around to the right and galloping towards the men, the cloak billowing out behind her. The village was deadly silent, like an eary cage of death, she shivered and whisked Destiny around to the left, pulling her up a good distance from the others. She didn't know how she could hear them, or even know exactly where they were, but when she did, it was all she could do but not laugh. "Hey, magicians," she taunted, dismounting from her ebony mare and looping the reins around a nearby tree, "Whatcha doin'." Emphasized words lingered on silver lips as she trotted over to them, cloak still blowing wrestlessly behind her.
Aster zhah l''dalharil d''Draeval