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[The visual feed crackles to life, the image blurry at first before it sharpens, although the lens is cracked. The angle is awkward, half-buried in sand, but right in front of it is Holly Short, pushing herself up from the surf as she spits the salty sea and sand from her mouth, wipes over it with the back of her hand. Very lady-like.
The tips of her auburn hair are singed, her dark complexion smeared with blast residue but she is entirely unharmed - because healing magic is great like that. The same, however, cannot be said for her torn suit and especially her wings, the mechanical marvel hanging brokenly from her shoulders because it bore the brunt of the explosion.
Captain Short notices the damage as well and swears loudly and viciously in Gnommish. Only a few seconds later does she notice she is being recorded and she strides over to her helmet, picks it up, her mismatched eyes of blue and hazel narrowed with irritation at the camera.]
If someone could pick me up, that would be very helpful. I can't fly back. Obviously.
[Holly looks away from the camera for a moment, annoyed, then sighs and glances back.]
Apart from that? Yes, I am perfectly fine.
... And Artemis, I'm counting on that genius brain of yours to fix my equipment.
[The visual feed crackles to life, the image blurry at first before it sharpens, although the lens is cracked. The angle is awkward, half-buried in sand, but right in front of it is Holly Short, pushing herself up from the surf as she spits the salty sea and sand from her mouth, wipes over it with the back of her hand. Very lady-like.
The tips of her auburn hair are singed, her dark complexion smeared with blast residue but she is entirely unharmed - because healing magic is great like that. The same, however, cannot be said for her torn suit and especially her wings, the mechanical marvel hanging brokenly from her shoulders because it bore the brunt of the explosion.
Captain Short notices the damage as well and swears loudly and viciously in Gnommish. Only a few seconds later does she notice she is being recorded and she strides over to her helmet, picks it up, her mismatched eyes of blue and hazel narrowed with irritation at the camera.]
If someone could pick me up, that would be very helpful. I can't fly back. Obviously.
[Holly looks away from the camera for a moment, annoyed, then sighs and glances back.]
Apart from that? Yes, I am perfectly fine.
... And Artemis, I'm counting on that genius brain of yours to fix my equipment.