The crack of discharged weapons sundered the air, the apes all pointing their weapons at the Miqo'te conjurer who faces them. Y'shtola did as she was wont, in such situations: with a gesture of her staff, she conjured a shield from will and aether, milky-white and translucent in midair before her. The flung coconuts stuck the barrier and halted, as if all motion had been drained from them in one moment.
But behind it, Y'shtola staggered slightly, her free hand lifted to her temple. "Something in the aether here is amiss," she said, her milky eyes staring into the shield as if she could see it more clearly than had she focused them. "Those beasts must be dispatched before they strike anew."
Vampire birds?
The refined, cultured conjurer lost something of her dignity as she watched the bludrocs move -- because behind her, her tail swished like that of a cat longing to pounce on a tasty morsel of a bird. Despite this slight concession to the anatomical reality of her form, however, Y'shtola did not pounce, nor did she indeed make much of any movements at all. The fingers of her left hand, curled by her chin, occasionally twitched slightly, but beyond that... well.
"With the options available to us, I am not entirely certain how to catch them," she finally had to admit.
Y'shtola | Final Fantasy XIV
The crack of discharged weapons sundered the air, the apes all pointing their weapons at the Miqo'te conjurer who faces them. Y'shtola did as she was wont, in such situations: with a gesture of her staff, she conjured a shield from will and aether, milky-white and translucent in midair before her. The flung coconuts stuck the barrier and halted, as if all motion had been drained from them in one moment.
But behind it, Y'shtola staggered slightly, her free hand lifted to her temple. "Something in the aether here is amiss," she said, her milky eyes staring into the shield as if she could see it more clearly than had she focused them. "Those beasts must be dispatched before they strike anew."
Vampire birds?
The refined, cultured conjurer lost something of her dignity as she watched the bludrocs move -- because behind her, her tail swished like that of a cat longing to pounce on a tasty morsel of a bird. Despite this slight concession to the anatomical reality of her form, however, Y'shtola did not pounce, nor did she indeed make much of any movements at all. The fingers of her left hand, curled by her chin, occasionally twitched slightly, but beyond that... well.
"With the options available to us, I am not entirely certain how to catch them," she finally had to admit.