Prompt #14: Clear
Gwyneria sighed in frustration as she glowered down at the small creature near her feet. Arms crossed over her chest armor. A shake of her head before looking around again to make sure they were still safe. A habit she'd never drop. Caution was always a good thing to have in unknown environments. A panicked Drippy was floating back and forth behind Gwyn, frantic pacing. The familiar had no idea what to do.
"I thought I made myself clear earlier. Do. Not. Touch. Strange. Things." Gwyn huffed as she finally crouched down to stare at the small otter. "You'd think with the clan you come from that you would have more common sense towards magical traps."
A few squeaky noises as the otter waved their arms, trying to convey a message that would not be understood. Stomping a tiny foot before gesturing towards the floor with their front paws. Getting frustrated when Gwyn just shook her head at whatever they were trying to tell her.
"Afraid I don't know what you're trying to say, witchling." Scooping up the small otter and moving the mage to her shoulder. "Next time, you should let me lead instead of getting distracted by something shiny."
Nebula making an annoyed noises as they settled in on her shoulder. At least they were safe for now. Unless Gwyn found another trap like they had. Not like they could see the trap, it had been very well hidden. Hopefully this spell wouldn't last too terribly long.
"Though you do make a rather cute otter." Gwyn teased softly as she walked forward.