[ She catches it almost too late — the figure at the top of the stone almost an after thought, somehow. Because while she's looking there, she's not sure what she's looking for in the first place — maybe the source of the mad, cackling voice, maybe something will suddenly swoop in.
Then Frederick mentions a she, and Red spots her in time. A small fleck of green and blond from this angle, yet the air of nobility is hard to ignore. Back straight and hands together, despite stepping closer and closer to the edge ( she finds herself gritting her teeth, unable to look away, swallowing down the urge to stop it somehow; the grief of the army that surrounds her almost overwhelming ).
She expects it, but the grip on Frederick's hand tightens when the dot of green plummets to the ground. From the distance, there's a cry of Emmeryn!, a series of heartbroken wails that paint the picture a little too well.
Not that she can do anything about it — they're back on damp soil and a beaten path the next time she blinks. ]
it's fine this is just as horrific
Then Frederick mentions a she, and Red spots her in time. A small fleck of green and blond from this angle, yet the air of nobility is hard to ignore. Back straight and hands together, despite stepping closer and closer to the edge ( she finds herself gritting her teeth, unable to look away, swallowing down the urge to stop it somehow; the grief of the army that surrounds her almost overwhelming ).
She expects it, but the grip on Frederick's hand tightens when the dot of green plummets to the ground. From the distance, there's a cry of Emmeryn!, a series of heartbroken wails that paint the picture a little too well.
Not that she can do anything about it — they're back on damp soil and a beaten path the next time she blinks. ]