Cierra almost didn't feel the object bouncing off of her head with her hat obstructing her vision. She lifts the brim and looks up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees a veritable storm of duck-shaped objects raining down. She pulls her hat down tighter over her head and moves to seek shelter, worriedly leafing through her memories to see if she could recall a shield spell.
Then she finally stops, whipping her staff out and shouting something.]
Oh my, please stop raining!
[Silence.
Cierra lifts her hat up again, surveying the scene with some satisfaction.]
Thank goodness for magic.
[Never mind the sudden influx of new very yellow ducklings trip-tropping around the plaza, still quack-squeaking.]
Cierra | Rivera: The Promised Land
Cierra almost didn't feel the object bouncing off of her head with her hat obstructing her vision. She lifts the brim and looks up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees a veritable storm of duck-shaped objects raining down. She pulls her hat down tighter over her head and moves to seek shelter, worriedly leafing through her memories to see if she could recall a shield spell.
Then she finally stops, whipping her staff out and shouting something.]
Oh my, please stop raining!
[Silence.
Cierra lifts her hat up again, surveying the scene with some satisfaction.]
Thank goodness for magic.
[Never mind the sudden influx of new very yellow ducklings trip-tropping around the plaza, still quack-squeaking.]