[The unfortunate thing is that there is no escaping the flames. They aren't summoned by Aelwyn, not directly.
It's all the Lullaby Girl, all her own fear. And so, of course, they follow her as well. Everything that Aelwyn learned about controlling dreams told her that to do so requires emotional balance. You can't control your dreams in the midst of a powerful terror gripping your mind and body. The little girl's angry desperation only proves her theory.
The floor cracks open, and Aelwyn loses her balance and falls, but her laughter doesn't stop. She grabs hold of the edge of the floor at the last moment before the abyss can take her below. She crawls to her feet. It's neither exceptionally fast nor is it exceptionally slow. She's not the weakling she used to be, after-all.
All she can do is protect herself and wait for the fear to consume her prey. So she channels the fire licking at her legs lovingly in scorching agony into a shield, surrounding herself with the heat like a protective shell.]
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It's all the Lullaby Girl, all her own fear. And so, of course, they follow her as well. Everything that Aelwyn learned about controlling dreams told her that to do so requires emotional balance. You can't control your dreams in the midst of a powerful terror gripping your mind and body. The little girl's angry desperation only proves her theory.
The floor cracks open, and Aelwyn loses her balance and falls, but her laughter doesn't stop. She grabs hold of the edge of the floor at the last moment before the abyss can take her below. She crawls to her feet. It's neither exceptionally fast nor is it exceptionally slow. She's not the weakling she used to be, after-all.
All she can do is protect herself and wait for the fear to consume her prey. So she channels the fire licking at her legs lovingly in scorching agony into a shield, surrounding herself with the heat like a protective shell.]