<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/815728859978137602/940265516633845791/unknown.png)</div>Frore Phosphenes (https://ddb.ac/characters/66668528/XGJiip)<br/><br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/20;<strong>AC:</strong>11;<strong>Sorcery Points</strong>: 3/3<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions:</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><strong>Note:</strong>"Speech" | Frore has a dark vision of 120 ft, and can see in magical darkness she creates if she expends sorcery points to cast it.<br/><hr/><br/>Nope. Nu-uh. No way was she letting go. Frore didn't care that she could feel the ground beneath them now, it was physically impossible to remove herself from the lifeline that just so happened to be part of a living person. Keeping her face buried in the demonic arm, she lets out a startled noise when it disappears and she's left hugging herself. Caught off guard she begins to freak out, but luckily isn't left panicking for long.<br/><br/>Two strong arms wrap around the sorceress, pulling her into a warm embrace. She tenses momentarily, unsure of what was happening, but at the words whispered into her mind and the gentle petting of her hair, it's enough to make her melt. Hiding her face in Shade’s chest, she doesn't say a word and instead focuses on her breathing, trying to get the images of falling from god knows how high out of her mind. Hearing Darius attempt to coax her out of her panicked state helps, and after a moment or two her breathing eventually calms.<br/><br/>“... and you say<em>I’m</em>the sadist.” She mutters in elvish to her companion, referring to Prime and her wily ways. Shuffling slightly, she wraps her own arms around Shade before settling down, content to remain in the hold of the gentle monk. “I’m going to fight her. I’m going to learn Featherfall, and then I’m going to fight her. She’ll kick my ass, but it’s a matter of principle at this point!” Huffing, she slowly tips her head to look up at Shade through her mask and gives a content sigh, switching back to common.<br/><br/>“Has anyone ever told you that you feel like a sunrock? Seriously, how is it possible for one person to be this comfortable? You’re like- on par with Darius' level of warmth, and he worships the Sun God.” Taking a deep breath, she resists the urge to bury her face back in the Minotaur’s neck and slowly pulls away, setting him free once more. Lifting her mask to look him in the eye, she gives him a genuine but weak smile and a nod.<br/><br/>“Thank you. Seriously. That was- hoh. Never again, not for this sorceress.” Slipping the mask back in place and stumbling towards Darius on shaky legs, she grabs his arm for both support and comfort and buries her face against his bicep.<br/><br/>“... I swear, if you hold this over me, we will fight.”