( As Ithaqua speaks, Mika's attention fades slightly as he tries to extend the reach of his influence, like a pulse. If there's anything Easterners are supposed to be good at, it's weaving and unweaving these sorts of things, though he doesn't feel like he has solid ground here.
But it ripples back in concert with the scream, and Mika grimaces at the recoil, his heel digging to keep himself from stumbling back; he shakes his head. His gaze follows the scene vaguely as he collects himself. He knew North was inhospitable, but he didn't expect it to be that bad. Might makes right, and mighty Easterners are not. They lack the privilege to influence the environment.
But Ithaqua goes as he's collecting himself, and Mika pauses, considering. After a moment, he follows after the Ithaqua he knows - all of them in a line, chasing ghosts. )
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But it ripples back in concert with the scream, and Mika grimaces at the recoil, his heel digging to keep himself from stumbling back; he shakes his head. His gaze follows the scene vaguely as he collects himself. He knew North was inhospitable, but he didn't expect it to be that bad. Might makes right, and mighty Easterners are not. They lack the privilege to influence the environment.
But Ithaqua goes as he's collecting himself, and Mika pauses, considering. After a moment, he follows after the Ithaqua he knows - all of them in a line, chasing ghosts. )
... Who is she?