// 010. [video : backdated a few hours]
[It's the strike against the ground that causes the Forge to turn on, affording the view of a long leg sheathed in thin leather, buckles wrapping at the hip, strands of pale hair swaying as an offscreen head bows.
Small pieces of stone split the ground, as if peering up at the figure, receiving only a slow spatter of blood in response.
A huff of breath and she's down to one knee, face in view and silver eyes glassy (searching?) - then closing in concentration. One hand pressed against the curve of a column, the fingers of the other slackening and dropping her blade - its etched sygil catching, reflecting as it passes through the last of the day's light.
Another huff, eyes opening with a sigh (raised at the end almost in question) before she pitches forward.
Falls and remains still as the spark is leeched from her eyes, sinking with the setting sun and into nothingness.]
Small pieces of stone split the ground, as if peering up at the figure, receiving only a slow spatter of blood in response.
A huff of breath and she's down to one knee, face in view and silver eyes glassy (searching?) - then closing in concentration. One hand pressed against the curve of a column, the fingers of the other slackening and dropping her blade - its etched sygil catching, reflecting as it passes through the last of the day's light.
Another huff, eyes opening with a sigh (raised at the end almost in question) before she pitches forward.
Falls and remains still as the spark is leeched from her eyes, sinking with the setting sun and into nothingness.]