Well, if I recall what Lilith told me correctly, the spell protects its caster by putting an invisible barrier around them. The barrier isn't completely impervious to harm- it can only absorb so much damage- but it would protect you for a short while. If the barrier is depleted, it will at least do you the final favor of setting any enemies within a certain radius on fire.
[ He slowly nods, finally deciding that as long as he won't inadvertently hurt anyone-- ] Worth a shot, I guess.
[ Peter licks his lips and reads the incantation aloud -- when he's done, he half expects an actual phoenix to show up, isn't entirely surprised when it doesn't. Too bad, though. ]
[ He just has to wait a second, because Maya's book suddenly bursts into flames, and yes, a phoenix does rise from the pages. It flies around him, one, twice, three times, then vanishes in a shower of sparks.
Maya's book snaps shut, extinguishing the fire. It floats back over to her waiting hand. ]
Well, I'd say it worked. You really aren't bad at this magic thing, you know.
[ Holy shit, that was awesome, is what his face is currently saying.
Once the initial surprise has faded, he just swallows and flicks his gaze up to her. Part of him is kind of flattered at the compliment, another part is nervous. ]
Well, I mean, it's just been readin' stuff aloud so far. Not too hard, right?
[ Mission accomplished, as far as Peter's concerned. He's noticed over the course of the past couple weeks that Maya, for whatever reason, was easily flustered, and he can't help smiling a little knowingly as he catches his shirt. ]
Yeah, I get it. It's fine.
[ He spares her anymore smartass comments, though he definitely queues them up for later, and pulls his shirt on. (The movement pulls at a slightly tender muscle at his side, but he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing.) He's gratified that the scarring is mostly covered by his clothes, but few of the lines peek out from beneath his collar. ]
[ She doesn't understand just how he can fluster her like he does. She is a Siren warrior! She shouldn't be blushing furiously and stammering whenever he asks her a simple question.
There's another town, I think. Few days away. But if we've got the Order and the Ravagers after us, they might be looking for us there. May have to avoid it altogether.
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One of my sister gifted me a shielding spell, once. I haven't used it, but it might prove useful to you.
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You have a sister?
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[ she waves the book over to him, open to a page titled The Flame of the Firehawk ]
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For a second he just stares at the page, still looking unsure, then he glances up. ]
I dunno if I have the knack for this kinda stuff.
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Tell me what I'm doing here, then.
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Hence the name.
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That's why the spell is similar to a binding.
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But I do have the unbinding for it if it doesn't work out.
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[ Peter licks his lips and reads the incantation aloud -- when he's done, he half expects an actual phoenix to show up, isn't entirely surprised when it doesn't. Too bad, though. ]
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Maya's book snaps shut, extinguishing the fire. It floats back over to her waiting hand. ]
Well, I'd say it worked. You really aren't bad at this magic thing, you know.
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Once the initial surprise has faded, he just swallows and flicks his gaze up to her. Part of him is kind of flattered at the compliment, another part is nervous. ]
Well, I mean, it's just been readin' stuff aloud so far. Not too hard, right?
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[ He rubs at one of his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out of it. ]
So-- do I get to have my shirt back, or are you enjoying the view too much?
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Uh. No. I mean yes. I-- It was just easier to, you know. Without it.
[ asljsdflkdsf she gets to her feet and goes to where she left his coat and his shirt, and tosses the latter at him. ]
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Yeah, I get it. It's fine.
[ He spares her anymore smartass comments, though he definitely queues them up for later, and pulls his shirt on. (The movement pulls at a slightly tender muscle at his side, but he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing.) He's gratified that the scarring is mostly covered by his clothes, but few of the lines peek out from beneath his collar. ]
So. Plan: eat, then move?
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She's glad he doesn't press it, though. ]
It's as good a plan as any.
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