Dragoncrest Cliffs if you keep screaming your name, it forces the assailant to acknowledge you as human.

Perhaps she could’ve conveyed it in a way for him to understand, but she had a sneaking suspicious that Artaax was fond of retracing back on your words. It was all speculation, although his blantant, accusatory look soared right over her head; not unlike the birds he so intended after.

Aure did listen to his next words; really, she did. But her step faltered, then, and she wavered to a halt as she pressed her eyes closed against a wave of sickness. God, no. Not now. Her ears curved back along the arc of her neck as she took some faint, steadying breaths. Brow veering into a V with focus, she gave him something more to help avert herself; clutching at the snippy way of speech despite being all unawares of that, too.

”Mind elaborating on all of these exquisities that you have m-mastered when pursuing birds?” a muscle flickered in her jaw, and she left her inquiry unfinished in favor of another grounding breath. ”Wh-what they have taught y-you.”