If you are any good at unarmed combat perhaps we could spar, provided there is the space.
[ The path leading out of the gardens is still quite dark, with only the thin green line offering any real illumination. If not for how her eyes adjusted to the low light Era doesn't think she would have been able to see Iron Bull, let alone the vines that had trapped him earlier.
It's enough for her to decide that summoning her Carbuncle would be a good idea (she really doesn't know why she hadn't summoned it earlier. she hasn't been without it for such an extended period is over a year now). Summoning Emmy is second nature to her, really. Era doesn't need her grimoire in hand to reference the geometries needed - she just visualizes the pattern in her mind, concentrates on forming the aether, then throws her hand in front of her.
The Emerald Carbuncle somersaults into existence in a shower of aetherial glitter, landing on the ground in front of Era and illuminating a larger area around them. It seems... irritated. Era receives an accusatory absent from their connection and returns apology.
Emmy seems to accept this, shaking itself not unlike a ruffled cat, and then leaps up into Era's arms. It radiates protect from its core and soothes its mistress almost as effectively as her husband's arms could. ]
This is my Emerald Carbuncle, Emmy. Emmy, this is the Iron Bull.
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If you are any good at unarmed combat perhaps we could spar, provided there is the space.
[ The path leading out of the gardens is still quite dark, with only the thin green line offering any real illumination. If not for how her eyes adjusted to the low light Era doesn't think she would have been able to see Iron Bull, let alone the vines that had trapped him earlier.
It's enough for her to decide that summoning her Carbuncle would be a good idea (she really doesn't know why she hadn't summoned it earlier. she hasn't been without it for such an extended period is over a year now). Summoning Emmy is second nature to her, really. Era doesn't need her grimoire in hand to reference the geometries needed - she just visualizes the pattern in her mind, concentrates on forming the aether, then throws her hand in front of her.
The Emerald Carbuncle somersaults into existence in a shower of aetherial glitter, landing on the ground in front of Era and illuminating a larger area around them. It seems... irritated. Era receives an accusatory absent from their connection and returns apology.
Emmy seems to accept this, shaking itself not unlike a ruffled cat, and then leaps up into Era's arms. It radiates protect from its core and soothes its mistress almost as effectively as her husband's arms could. ]
This is my Emerald Carbuncle, Emmy. Emmy, this is the Iron Bull.