Sixth spell cast
[It's a beautiful day. Too beautiful to waste inside. So, Phoebe's decided to take a walk and explore the town.
She'd stopped in a shop here and there and by afternoon she had a bag with some new clothes and things for her room. Everything's going well until she reaches a certain area of town.
She freezes, gasping sharply as a premonition hits her. Eyes closed tightly, she cringes as she watches the carnage that suddenly surrounds her. Blood. Screaming. She knows it's not real... that she's seeing a glimpse of the past, but she still ducks to one side to avoid being struck by an attack. Her attention is drawn to the man sitting in the middle of it all, untouched. As she watches, he looks up. For the briefest of moments it seems as if their eyes meet and she jerks back to reality with a strangled cry.
She looks around, panicked, as she slowly remembers where she is. Her bag is on the ground a few paces behind her. She shakily bends to retrieve it and realizes that sitting might be the better option. So she does, sitting right on the sidewalk with her back against the nearest building. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her forehead against them as she tries to shake the uneasy feeling that's now taken residence in her heart.]
((ooc: Open in town, or if anyone heard her cry out over the journal. If anyone's curious, her premonition was of this lovely event))
She'd stopped in a shop here and there and by afternoon she had a bag with some new clothes and things for her room. Everything's going well until she reaches a certain area of town.
She freezes, gasping sharply as a premonition hits her. Eyes closed tightly, she cringes as she watches the carnage that suddenly surrounds her. Blood. Screaming. She knows it's not real... that she's seeing a glimpse of the past, but she still ducks to one side to avoid being struck by an attack. Her attention is drawn to the man sitting in the middle of it all, untouched. As she watches, he looks up. For the briefest of moments it seems as if their eyes meet and she jerks back to reality with a strangled cry.
She looks around, panicked, as she slowly remembers where she is. Her bag is on the ground a few paces behind her. She shakily bends to retrieve it and realizes that sitting might be the better option. So she does, sitting right on the sidewalk with her back against the nearest building. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her forehead against them as she tries to shake the uneasy feeling that's now taken residence in her heart.]
((ooc: Open in town, or if anyone heard her cry out over the journal. If anyone's curious, her premonition was of this lovely event))