Tinnaire

Success

Tinnaire’s eyes lit up, literally, and the felfire surged triumphantly over the beast below her. Adrenaline and magic dizzied her. Her breath caught in her throat, half in laughter and half in shock. The hem of her robes pressed against her shins, buffeted by the suddenly heated air that leapt away from the blackening bones. She heard the marrow pop and the laughter finally bubbled out. The witch in her soul soared even as the felhound staggered, dead before the demon’s flesh felt it.

The spell had been spectacular. And she turned on her heel, but her eyes rose to the skies over Suramar. A felbat fell with a satisfying thump against the stone, green embers scattering from the scorched fur. Waves green fire came out and whirled into columns that splashed into metoric strikes that cratered the dirt.

Euphoric, she didn’t leave for hours. Pride soared nearly as high as the felfire she threw with abandon. Success was sweet.

Week 12 - Success