<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Wild_Heart.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TqFBCOC.jpg)</div><strong>Canticle of Universal Harmony</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pVvl616Dk4SatgHZfgCxQwdjl3HS8NZTlF8jDehN0sU/edit)<br/><strong>Wild Heart</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PuOoLAzftVeI9-B_pX5av5C-Hnyeo8LindJvfbDJtbA/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Canticle's Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Canticle's Active Charms<br/>Durability of Oak/Iron Kettle Body (6m)<br/><br/>Anima Display: 22<br/><br/>Parry/Dodge DV   (4/8) 3/7<br/>Soak:  <br/>Bashing      12<br/>Lethal      10<br/>Aggravated   9</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wild Heart's Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Affinity Fire Control (5m)<br/>Landscape Travel (5m)<br/>Sheathing the Material Form (6m)<br/><br/>Parry/Dodge DV   (5/7) 1/3<br/>Soak:  <br/>Bashing      18<br/>Lethal      8<br/>Aggravated   7</div></div><br/><br/>Canticle yelped as—despite trailign a golden outline of herself as she streaked to the right of the elemental bolt—she was still grazed and buffeted by the wind.<br/><br/>The petite and tiny craft mason came up on the toe of her right foot.  She dropped into a crouch over that foot, knee bent, and kicked out with her free leg to twist her on that toe to face the air aspect.<br/><br/>Canticle winced to see she was<em>far</em>to far away to close and strike with her halberd.  Instead, the little craft mason dropped her halberd off of the side of the wagon so that ti's fine steel spike dug four inches into the dirt road.<br/><br/>Canticle rose, snagging her essence cannon as she did.  Stars, planets, and gears spun and whirled around her.  Her essence expanded outwards and upwards in midnight purple glory.  The heavens began to assemble themselves in the sky above her in rings of gold and dots of radiant diamond, spinning and twirling, each thrumming their own tune as they sought to line up and form universal harmony...<br/>Canticle danced out onto the butt end of her masterfully crafted steel pole-arm.  She fired off a single, near prefect shot—at least, the closet she could come with snow and wind , scrambling her aim, static making her hair stretch out and stand up...<br/><br/>Canticle let the blast hurl her back as the impact would send who ever it struck flying.  She blast herself into a back flip and landed back on the wagon top, this time in a crouch on one knee.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">3 motes to fire.  <br/>4 motes for second excellency: +2 successes.  <br/>Fingers crossed for a stunt!  I need motes!!!</div></div>