[ When the water balloon lands, it bursts, cascading diluted blue paint everywhere. While Trahearne is hit worst, Aerith is a casualty, too: Her dress is splattered with blue patches that bleed deeper into the fabric. Thankfully, Dorothy's dress is already blue, for the most part, however... ]
Oh, no! [ Her immediate reaction is to try to help, coming to him as if to console him through it, expression twisted and pinched into concern and worry as she leans to the side to look up at all six feet of him. He towers over her, but it doesn't frighten her in the moment; he strikes Aerith as only slightly more harmful than an overgrown bush now. ]
You poor thing... they're picking on you!
[ To be fair, it's the pair of them who had come under fire from the monkeys, but it's only him who has truly felt the sting of it. It is no huge ordeal, but the promise of more is looming quite heavily over them. Wet and cold in the eye of the monkey-born storm, they're assaulted next with a curious array of white feathers.
Scepter still in hand, she places a hand upon his arm. The storm rages still, feathers falling like snow dust. ]
You okay? [ This doesn't seem like enough of an issue yet for her to cast a spell, she thinks, but there is something in her back pocket. ]
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Oh, no! [ Her immediate reaction is to try to help, coming to him as if to console him through it, expression twisted and pinched into concern and worry as she leans to the side to look up at all six feet of him. He towers over her, but it doesn't frighten her in the moment; he strikes Aerith as only slightly more harmful than an overgrown bush now. ]
You poor thing... they're picking on you!
[ To be fair, it's the pair of them who had come under fire from the monkeys, but it's only him who has truly felt the sting of it. It is no huge ordeal, but the promise of more is looming quite heavily over them. Wet and cold in the eye of the monkey-born storm, they're assaulted next with a curious array of white feathers.
Scepter still in hand, she places a hand upon his arm. The storm rages still, feathers falling like snow dust. ]
You okay? [ This doesn't seem like enough of an issue yet for her to cast a spell, she thinks, but there is something in her back pocket. ]