Snippet #2810192

Fog? In the forest? It wasn't unheard of, but still caught her off guard. The blue spark that followed gave her even more cause for concern, especially given there were arcane magics that often gave off such a glow before catching an unlucky mage or unfortunate victim in up in their wicked embrace. Steeling herself against what might potentially come next, Catherine drew on a small tendril of her own power and wrapped it tightly about herself waiting.

"I am..." She started to reply to the voice, expecting nothing less than some obnoxious mage or other that didn't know what they risked in challenging her. At least that's what the last however long in the Dragon's court had been spent; defending territory and putting down dissidents. What she hadn't expected was some scrawny youth, panicking because his fancy electronics hadn't worked the way he had intended them to.

"Aschen?" Catherine asked regarding the youth standing before her. She had a distant and dim memory of a race that had called themselves the Aschen, but it wasn't anything more than that. The impressions they had left were hazy at best, and at worst something she didn't waste her time on. Then he continued to babble on about filming and four wheelers, the purpose of which eluded her.

"Are you done?" She drawled slowly, clearly unimpressed with whatever it was he had been trying to do.