one;

[ It is perhaps unsurprising that Sen's vision gives way to fire. She's tied to it with her life, after all. Her identity, the Title that she wears, the covenant that ties her to the Earth. Flame is in her instinct, and it is with fire that she retaliates at the Hunter seeking to make a groggy woman his prey. She makes a gesture at him and it bursts from her fingers - not strong enough to immolate him, for she is unprepared; but his clothes and hair are ablaze.

The Hunter sputters, screams as the heat consumes him, staggering out the way he came. Maybe he'll die. Maybe he'll make it out alive, but the few seconds of interruption is enough for her to wrestle the Breaker from his grip. She doesn't know what it is, but it looks like a gun and presumably functions like one.

A sound - maybe you moved, and she's only just noticed your presence. The Breaker is pointed at you for a heartbeat before she fully processes what she's seeing, and the weapon is slowly lowered. ]

Bit of a terse welcome they give, [ Sen tilts her head. Her expression is grim. ] Who are you?


two;

[ They've offered her a weapon, but she's taken none. Swords were too heavy. Staves too difficult for her to coordinate. The Earth beneath her is silent; empty. If it was any other situation, she would have no lifestream to draw from in order to cast her magic, but the city is aflame. Fire dances through the streets, and there is no reason why she shouldn't be able to command them.

So here she is, standing in the middle of the street in front of a building swathed in flame. Sen raises her hands as a conductor would, and in a single gesture brings her arms up towards the sky. The fire around her does the same, rising up in a plume of red and white - and most importantly, leaving the building behind. The flare curls around itself in a serpentine display and burns out in the air, leaving nothing behind but the inky black night sky.

As absorbed as she is in channeling the flame, she only comes to her senses once it extinguishes. Perhaps there is a Hunter behind a building waiting to take aim, and she's not noticed yet. ]


three;

[ Draega is a strange sort of place. Magic is abound, technology is not as abound, and... most importantly, the earth is silent. It's what stands out the most to her. Back home, the song of Gaia was an ever-present undertone in her perception, like the sound of one's heartbeat. Here - none of it. Either she was deaf to its call, or it was already dead.

Still, there's much more to do around here than just sitting and pondering what happened. People need help and Sen's determined to get things done. ]

*Can anyone hear me? I need a hand moving this fallen beam. Appreciate it!*

[ Her telepathic voice is firm, committed. As for her physical presence, she's helping out a landen family gain access to their home again - no fire, but only heavy weight and she's. Not good at lifting. ]


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