Grudgingly, Star gave ground. One tiny footstep at a time, she backed out of the range of the aether pistols, her weakened shields glowing dull orange under the barrage. She chanced a fast look to her rear to find Noemei doing the same, wielding her mundane shield with a grace and elegance Star could only envy. When this gaisi battle was over, Star promised herself she would get Noemei to train her with a shield.
Before Star could regather her thoughts, her magic shields flickered one last time, knocking Star back several feet as the magic imploded. Shaken from the fall, she tried to rise, falling again. Then Gwren was there. Interposing his body between Star and the pistol shots. With one hand he cast out his fire shield, aether shots simply dissolved like so many dandelions in the wind as they struck. Pulling her up with his free hand, Gwren urged Star back, back and away from the firing line.
Once they were out of range, Gwen dropped the fire shield and pulled his sword. When they reached the safety of their camp, Star slumped against a large rock and hung her head in weariness, waiting for the scolding she knew was coming. She should never have risked herself and Noemei on an ill-advised scouting mission. If Gwren hadn’t come … but he did. She tried to think of words to mollify the big Monster but none came. Instead, she rose stiffly, dusted herself off and bowed low with respect. “Thank you, Guardian, for your assistance.”
Gwren scowled at her for a moment, then a slow smile crept across his face as her returned the bow, “Always my Star, always.”
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “adverb.” Start your post with any adverb and just run with it. Have fun!
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP