[Her gasp turns into a shriek the second the glass shatters—L'Arachel claps her hand over her mouth, and ogles at the glass fragments that were four other people.
It isn't the worst thing she's seen, but it may be close to the most surreal, and up there among the most surprising—what sort of magic could possibly be responsible for this? And after an insistence that no one would be killed, why—
But she knows why. They can't enact their plan this way—they've been caught.
She's about a million different kinds of mad, but L'Arachel doesn't, surprise of all surprises, act out immediately. For a few moments, she doesn't move but to lower her hand and clench her other fist around her staff, and stares at the pile of glass, her expression stony.
She won't allow herself to be intimidated. With a soft huff, she spins around on her heel and marches off to attempt something resembling damage control for the others.
Come nighttime, she proceeds with the watch as planned; she's far from as optimistic about their potential for success as she had been when arranging the idea, but the blackout too short for her to even collect her bearings frustrates her no less for it. One second, nothing, the next, food, and tiny reflective shards of glass at the table's feet.
In the morning L'Arachel can be found slumped at the breakfast table in a decidedly unprincesslike fashion. In one hand, she holds one of the mirror fragments between two fingers and squints at it like she expects to find something. With the other hand, she keeps trying to eat a bowl of dry cereal, but for the most part she keeps hitting parts of her face that aren't her mouth with the spoon and trying to play it off like nothing.
As always, her horse is just kinda, y'know, hanging out, and L'Arachel is way too tired to even pretend to deal with whoever's food the horse is gonna try eating today (everyone's).]
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It isn't the worst thing she's seen, but it may be close to the most surreal, and up there among the most surprising—what sort of magic could possibly be responsible for this? And after an insistence that no one would be killed, why—
But she knows why. They can't enact their plan this way—they've been caught.
She's about a million different kinds of mad, but L'Arachel doesn't, surprise of all surprises, act out immediately. For a few moments, she doesn't move but to lower her hand and clench her other fist around her staff, and stares at the pile of glass, her expression stony.
She won't allow herself to be intimidated. With a soft huff, she spins around on her heel and marches off to attempt something resembling damage control for the others.
Come nighttime, she proceeds with the watch as planned; she's far from as optimistic about their potential for success as she had been when arranging the idea, but the blackout too short for her to even collect her bearings frustrates her no less for it. One second, nothing, the next, food, and tiny reflective shards of glass at the table's feet.
In the morning L'Arachel can be found slumped at the breakfast table in a decidedly unprincesslike fashion. In one hand, she holds one of the mirror fragments between two fingers and squints at it like she expects to find something. With the other hand, she keeps trying to eat a bowl of dry cereal, but for the most part she keeps hitting parts of her face that aren't her mouth with the spoon and trying to play it off like nothing.
As always, her horse is just kinda, y'know, hanging out, and L'Arachel is way too tired to even pretend to deal with whoever's food the horse is gonna try eating today (everyone's).]