[The woman goes down, but lands so adroitly that Sypha just knows she’s going to be trouble. Those were Belmont-level recovery acrobatics, followed by equally flailing about with a horse.
Not that Sypha’s doing much better; the wagon judders as the mule dances around, barring her from standing up in the driver’s seat. Her balance and footing aren’t terrible by any means, but she’s too used to stabilizing herself with little bursts of wind, or compensating for an impact with a blast of fire or ice.
Not so much an option right now. She needs every flicker of magic at her disposal as the woman gets to her feet and yells—-
—-something about a snake??]
Wait, what?!
[Sypha twists around, searching the road ahead, only to find that the wagon-wobble wasn’t so much her mule panicking - it was the mule trampling a seven foot snake into a gritty paste.]
…oh. Well then. Good job, Tim! [Sheepish, Sypha turns back to the woman she’d so rudely unseated, now hanging off her horse’s reins.] Sorry, hang on, I’ll be right th—-Tim, calm down, yes it’s dead, shh!—-I’ll be right there!
What will it take to reprogram this keyboard!!!
Not that Sypha’s doing much better; the wagon judders as the mule dances around, barring her from standing up in the driver’s seat. Her balance and footing aren’t terrible by any means, but she’s too used to stabilizing herself with little bursts of wind, or compensating for an impact with a blast of fire or ice.
Not so much an option right now. She needs every flicker of magic at her disposal as the woman gets to her feet and yells—-
—-something about a snake??]
Wait, what?!
[Sypha twists around, searching the road ahead, only to find that the wagon-wobble wasn’t so much her mule panicking - it was the mule trampling a seven foot snake into a gritty paste.]
…oh. Well then. Good job, Tim! [Sheepish, Sypha turns back to the woman she’d so rudely unseated, now hanging off her horse’s reins.] Sorry, hang on, I’ll be right th—-Tim, calm down, yes it’s dead, shh!—-I’ll be right there!