Oooh, yikes. That was a nasty fucking spill there, but seeing as less alarming people are already rushing over to help Ellarinne is just going to sit back with her wine and...observe, let us say.
Because here is the thing about demon hunters.
They sacrifice their material eyes to see behind the physical -- usually, it's true, in order to zero on in the taint of fel, but fel is only one flavor of magic in the cosmology of Ellarinne's branch of the multiverse. There are many others: arcane, druidic, the magic of the Void and the holy Light...
This woman doesn't seem to match any of those. For a moment Ellarinne thinks she might recognize the hues of Ardenweald and its Night Fae, but...no. There is too much of death and pain about her for that restful realm and its unchanging shadows. This is something altogether new, and that makes it worth studying.
After a moment Ellarinne rises and fetches a second cup of wine, carrying it over to the woman's table with an ironic smile on her face.
"I think we have something in common, you and I," she says by way of greeting, and sets the cup down next to the woman's plate with an audible tap against the tabletop. "Drink?"
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Because here is the thing about demon hunters.
They sacrifice their material eyes to see behind the physical -- usually, it's true, in order to zero on in the taint of fel, but fel is only one flavor of magic in the cosmology of Ellarinne's branch of the multiverse. There are many others: arcane, druidic, the magic of the Void and the holy Light...
This woman doesn't seem to match any of those. For a moment Ellarinne thinks she might recognize the hues of Ardenweald and its Night Fae, but...no. There is too much of death and pain about her for that restful realm and its unchanging shadows. This is something altogether new, and that makes it worth studying.
After a moment Ellarinne rises and fetches a second cup of wine, carrying it over to the woman's table with an ironic smile on her face.
"I think we have something in common, you and I," she says by way of greeting, and sets the cup down next to the woman's plate with an audible tap against the tabletop. "Drink?"