When the bear appears before them, as strange and mystical as the snake had, Vendetta watches keenly. It circles the relic, around, around, around, before turning toward them. At first she thinks it will attack. And it does, but not with tooth and claw. The bear becomes nothing more than a tornado of sand and butterflies, of dust and the beating of hundreds of tiny wings.
It engulfs them, and the butterflies land upon every inch of her skin like stinging nettles and the sound of the tornado fills her ears with a loud roaring. But Vendetta refuses to stop moving. She is desert-born, Solterran. This is nothing like the sandstorms she has had to endure before, and if she wants any chance at that relic the woman knows she must through.
So she does. Her ears press flat against her skull and she narrows her eyes against the sand and wind and she continues to run, until at last she is free of the tornado and the butterflies.
When Vendetta finally can see the relic again, she sees the strange black moat that has appeared, looking like it is covered in glass. It seems too easy, that the glass will hold and the equines will reach the relic. In her gut, she doesn’t trust it, so she doesn’t follow those who are already crossing it.
But beyond that, her only options are to return to the bear, who waits with salivating jaws and perhaps more sand and butterflies. Or to stop, and see what will happen before proceeding at all. Her skin still remembers the biting feeling of those insects, so she pauses. And waits. Sometimes it is important to observe your oponent before determining your next move.
"Speaking."
It engulfs them, and the butterflies land upon every inch of her skin like stinging nettles and the sound of the tornado fills her ears with a loud roaring. But Vendetta refuses to stop moving. She is desert-born, Solterran. This is nothing like the sandstorms she has had to endure before, and if she wants any chance at that relic the woman knows she must through.
So she does. Her ears press flat against her skull and she narrows her eyes against the sand and wind and she continues to run, until at last she is free of the tornado and the butterflies.
When Vendetta finally can see the relic again, she sees the strange black moat that has appeared, looking like it is covered in glass. It seems too easy, that the glass will hold and the equines will reach the relic. In her gut, she doesn’t trust it, so she doesn’t follow those who are already crossing it.
But beyond that, her only options are to return to the bear, who waits with salivating jaws and perhaps more sand and butterflies. Or to stop, and see what will happen before proceeding at all. Her skin still remembers the biting feeling of those insects, so she pauses. And waits. Sometimes it is important to observe your oponent before determining your next move.
I would like to use Vendetta's horseshoe to proceed, and she chooses option 3
