Arisia blinked, shocked, then winced back in reaction as a shield of magic shimmered around her. Scowling, she turned to look at Caylon, but her brother was firing bolts at the druid, chanting determinedly as he ducked the magic bolts being tossed at both of them from the man still in shadows.
Whisper flashed in and out of sight, a whirling dervish of claws and teeth that seemed to finally affect the Druid. He stopped firing at both elves, trying to grab at the shadowcat to stop the attack. Pulling several arrows to form a killing bolt, Arisia forced herself through the shield and aimed the arrows towards the older man’s throat.
“Whatever your problem old man, I suggest you stop.” Arisia snarled, fear shoved down under the anger at the greeting they’d gotten.
Pausing, the druid looked at the hunter as if seeing her for the first time. Ris mentally calmed her cat who moved back to her side, tail lashing and low growl in his throat as the cat kept watch. The man shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his hands and sitting down as if his legs would no longer hold him. “I… what came over me?”
Caylon folded his arms and moved to stand next to his sister. “I’ve no clue old man, but you might want to figure it out before we leave; I believe you owe my sister an apology.” Like Whisper, the Priest watched the druid for an untoward move. Something had happened, and neither cat nor brother would relax just yet…
