Either way, Blanche joins him easily; people may say what they will about Alaric, but she trusts her knight with her life. In any and all situations he's more than proven his loyalty to her in aiding her, and that trust is implicit even despite the impropriety. If there is even a proper protocol for lifting up the queen. But nobody's here to enforce the formality, and quite frankly, they don't have the time.
The trip is definitely harrowing, but Blanche keeps calm and keeps watch as they jump down. By the grace of the gods, she's sure, they make it down there in one piece, and no worse for wear. She'll get back on her feet easily, force of habit seeing her smooth out her nightgown as Alaric brings her attention to the wall that the storm has torn open.
It's a risk--the woods aren't the greatest cover in the world, but if lightning does strike them down, the trees are far more likely to attract it. Even if there is a bit of open area before the woods from here...]
We've been granted a boon, and we may as well make use of it. Lead the way, Alaric!
[Of course, even as they do exit, there's still the problem of that open area--and all the more proof that the storm feels as if it's something that was meant to target the both of them.
Run as they might, Blanche's eyes are on the sky, and she can see something that practically feels like it's taking aim--and if her thoughts are correct and they keep running like this, it's aiming for...
There's little time to react, and yet, Blanche leaps into action as the storm tries to take aim at Alaric. She knows this is pure insanity, and she's taking a chance on the fact that she's taken more than her fair share of magic attacks in her life, but she moves to shove Alaric out of the way as hard as she can and--]
Aaaaugh--!!
[That. Might not have been the smartest decision in her life, to say the least.]
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Either way, Blanche joins him easily; people may say what they will about Alaric, but she trusts her knight with her life. In any and all situations he's more than proven his loyalty to her in aiding her, and that trust is implicit even despite the impropriety. If there is even a proper protocol for lifting up the queen. But nobody's here to enforce the formality, and quite frankly, they don't have the time.
The trip is definitely harrowing, but Blanche keeps calm and keeps watch as they jump down. By the grace of the gods, she's sure, they make it down there in one piece, and no worse for wear. She'll get back on her feet easily, force of habit seeing her smooth out her nightgown as Alaric brings her attention to the wall that the storm has torn open.
It's a risk--the woods aren't the greatest cover in the world, but if lightning does strike them down, the trees are far more likely to attract it. Even if there is a bit of open area before the woods from here...]
We've been granted a boon, and we may as well make use of it. Lead the way, Alaric!
[Of course, even as they do exit, there's still the problem of that open area--and all the more proof that the storm feels as if it's something that was meant to target the both of them.
Run as they might, Blanche's eyes are on the sky, and she can see something that practically feels like it's taking aim--and if her thoughts are correct and they keep running like this, it's aiming for...
There's little time to react, and yet, Blanche leaps into action as the storm tries to take aim at Alaric. She knows this is pure insanity, and she's taking a chance on the fact that she's taken more than her fair share of magic attacks in her life, but she moves to shove Alaric out of the way as hard as she can and--]
Aaaaugh--!!
[That. Might not have been the smartest decision in her life, to say the least.]