Xsaiavlairnn's words to Sphae seemed as misplaced as the situation. "Don't you dare come near me!"
"Don’t be a complete idiot, NOW of all places, Xsaiavlairnn!” Sphae called out into the crackling storm. For the first time … ever really, she spoke his name with sharp urgency, no playful lilt or singsong. This sylvari meant business!
Sphae looks at the mess of chaotic magic ahead of her with some challenge. Whatever they had come for was gone, and now the mesmer was a crackling mess that had somehow kept the place from mashing them into a vegetable paste. Despite the predicament, this wasn’t the place to be a martyr. Sphae grumbled, but really had no room to talk, since, not even a season or so ago, she fully anticipated Xsaiavlairnn to leave her behind when they visited the ley line hub.
Stepping closer to the mess of magic, Sphae felt a familiarity, yet a strangely inviting hostility. She could never make sense of his magic, and that was not an exception of course. Though, the confidence in her step meant much. She had felt it, she had been apart of it once. Surely, that meant something as far as tolerance went. Sphae took the plunge in stepping through. Disorientation struck. She could feel the numbness tingling down her body, but she could still walk, She could still function. Sphae could just feel whatever glower Xsaiavlairnn may have for her through the distortions and blurriness of the magic within. She sneered at that.
"You’re not getting left behind," Sphae grunted as she came closer to the mass of black and gold. The sylvari took a knee then, planting a palm against the floor. A hum reverberated with some alarm as she practiced her magic within Xsaiavlairnn’s chaotic realm. Cracks circled around them. Purple magic and electricity spilled from the earthy seam. Quite abruptly, their makeshift platform sank as if the floor around them wasn’t solid stone at all. It seemed to work! …For now.
Will the derp salads make their grand escape from crumbling ruins? Tune in Next Week…..
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