Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180411011504

Tirush looks at the scene on the ground as she circles. Her hackles begin to rise. Nothing about this place is natural, but the scene before her tells her that something is wrong.

That's when she notices the birds. Any natural creature would have left to find safer ground by now, but these birds circle, as if waiting. She decides to test an idea.

She pulls up sharply, gaining altitude. Higher she climbs, until she can see the ravens below her in a sort of distant, small, dark circle. She tucks, and dives.

Only, she dives against the flow of the birds. She flares and levels out, and then inhales.

There is a short, deep burst. She spits a fireball, not huge, but not trifling, either.

It detonates against the side of the flock. Perhaps a quarter of the ravens are immolated in a burst of fire, their scarred carcasses scattering. Burning feathers fall, glowing reminders of what transpired.