[ Again, her heart flares insistently in her chest to hear him call her that – not merely Lancer as she'd been expected, but her name. She chokes the flame out, reminds herself that it's simply because he's an inexperienced Master, unaccustomed to the traditions of the Holy Grail Wars.
And yet...
She takes a moment to draw in a steadying breath, thinks of frozen tundras, frigid winds, implacable blocks of ice. A flame cannot ignite the ice. ]
Yes. I will scout on ahead and return to you shortly.
[ Apparently satisfied that no further discussion is needed, Brynhildr takes one, two steps back from him – and then as if caught by a playful wind, she rises quite casually up into the air, slowly but steadily until she's not quite out of sight, but certainly hard to spot against the sky and then takes flight on ahead of Dimitri, as agreed. ]
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And yet...
She takes a moment to draw in a steadying breath, thinks of frozen tundras, frigid winds, implacable blocks of ice. A flame cannot ignite the ice. ]
Yes. I will scout on ahead and return to you shortly.
[ Apparently satisfied that no further discussion is needed, Brynhildr takes one, two steps back from him – and then as if caught by a playful wind, she rises quite casually up into the air, slowly but steadily until she's not quite out of sight, but certainly hard to spot against the sky and then takes flight on ahead of Dimitri, as agreed. ]