<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/RAUwv.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Brandi_Kellog.jpg)</div><strong>Brandi Kellog</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aiolYRNIAYUr8V6uTUbRN6A1yjn5z9kD8W6CnVwtDYU/edit)<br/><br/>Fear stoked the Fairest's energy levels to a skin-tingling high, and resolve channeled it into strength and precision.  Brandi gave the boys a nod and started into the hedge ad part of the group.  Ballet slippers touched the ground lightly, surely soon to be grass stained.  Wide blue eyes moved smoothly from corner to branch to horizon.  She didn't neglect teh sky, either.  Having once been an airborne predator herself, she made notes of how they would stoop out of the night.  By day, an eagle or hawk would try to dive out of the sun and hit their prey in the back of the head.  By night, there was a certain altitude an owl would breeze through the night at, so as not to silhouette the stars, again trying to get at their prey from behind.<br/><br/>A normal predator coming at this group would go for Brandi--small, soft, easily mistaken for weak--or Doc--not so soft but still small.  A tasty morsel to strike down and haul away.  A foe, on the other hand, would aim to take out the biggest threat by ambush, then strike down the lesser threats when they'd lost the element of surprise.  On this theory, Brandy followed a little behind Joe, ready to ward the ogre's back.<br/><br/>Or--if the foe gave them time--call upon the power of summer for light.<br/><br/>She cocked her head at Doc's spell, but didn't resist it leaning in a little bit to accept the benediction.<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">Dexterity+Wits (4 Successes.)  <br/>Wits+Intelligence (3 Successes)  </div></div>