"Ymir..!" Trust the Honedge to find her. But given his appearance is timed with calls in several directions, Sophia doesn't slow down at all.
Martin! It's all her group can do not to collide with the bodies rounding the corner, and she's grateful for Elhaz's grip - it prevents her falling over. Doesn't prevent a pidove from flying straight into her, flapping his wings hastily at the last moment. "Wunjo..! Here!" She offers him her arm, letting him settle a moment.
Is there anything else we can do for them? Thought at those nearest, as gaze turns up to the remaining swaying tower. She's unaware that her hands flicker briefly with faint green sparkles; unnoticed, the motes die away quickly without something to do, without focus.
Ahri's call is acknowledged, but Sophia's options are limited. The pidove is too small to carry anyone -- but he CAN still help. She turns to her group. "Stay together! Wunjo will lead you to the Vale, follow close behind him! We'll be following soon!" To the bird, she gives instructions, to which musical confusion is offered, pidove looking between her and the frighten humans, then back again. "Please. To Ninetales Vale. And hurry." Finally, he nods, and her group scuttle off after him.
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Martin! It's all her group can do not to collide with the bodies rounding the corner, and she's grateful for Elhaz's grip - it prevents her falling over. Doesn't prevent a pidove from flying straight into her, flapping his wings hastily at the last moment. "Wunjo..! Here!" She offers him her arm, letting him settle a moment.
Is there anything else we can do for them? Thought at those nearest, as gaze turns up to the remaining swaying tower. She's unaware that her hands flicker briefly with faint green sparkles; unnoticed, the motes die away quickly without something to do, without focus.
Ahri's call is acknowledged, but Sophia's options are limited. The pidove is too small to carry anyone -- but he CAN still help. She turns to her group. "Stay together! Wunjo will lead you to the Vale, follow close behind him! We'll be following soon!" To the bird, she gives instructions, to which musical confusion is offered, pidove looking between her and the frighten humans, then back again. "Please. To Ninetales Vale. And hurry." Finally, he nods, and her group scuttle off after him.