[It's something she's earned...at least some of the time.]
Fine.
[Fenris knows she speaks sense, and with the ball dissipated, his glow lessens somewhat. He is still not happy, though, and will have nothing to do with speaking to the creature. He won't leave Merrill, either. She has her magic, yes, but demons and mages are not a good mix.
So unable to do much else, he paces around behind the the other elf like a caged animal, needing to get rid of this coiled, angry energy somehow. He listens, of course, but he says nothing. He doesn't care. This just screams of the games the Magisters play against one another and he loathes it.]
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Fine.
[Fenris knows she speaks sense, and with the ball dissipated, his glow lessens somewhat. He is still not happy, though, and will have nothing to do with speaking to the creature. He won't leave Merrill, either. She has her magic, yes, but demons and mages are not a good mix.
So unable to do much else, he paces around behind the the other elf like a caged animal, needing to get rid of this coiled, angry energy somehow. He listens, of course, but he says nothing. He doesn't care. This just screams of the games the Magisters play against one another and he loathes it.]