( a ) She takes a few moments, at first, to survey their camp and see what there is to be done. So Crystal can be found examining the perimeter, making sure people have fresh water—a job she’s uniquely qualified to help with—or just trying to keep people calm. She’s clearly experienced in this, walking through the camp with an innate grace and confidence that can’t be faked. If she looks worried, it lasts only for a moment, and she’s ready to talk anything—strategy, supplies, mission status or the weather—with anyone who approaches her, smile at the ready.
( b ) One of the first time the troops get too close, Crystal is ready—it takes her all of a minute to raise a wall of rock between the base and the troops, six feet high and twice as wide across. Standing beside it with her hands in the air to keep it steady, her voice is noticeably strained as she calls out, “Excuse me? Someone might want to go deal with that before they break through.”
She’s able to hold the wall there for ten minutes or so before sweat starts beading down her brow and she grimaces. But there’s no option of letting it drop, not when there’s vulnerable children behind it.
( c ) In between attacks, she climbs up one of the taller trees in the forest and tries to get a better look at the shoreline. Only now does her composure slip, and as she watches the planes and the lights of the battle, she bites down on her lower lip. She knows she could have helped there, too, but someone also had to hold down the fort, as it were. She’s about to climb back down when a particularly strong assault shakes the ground around them—Crystal loses her footing and grip on the tree and slips.
She makes a grab for the bark of the tree, trying to steady herself, but chances are she might fall.
crystal / home base / open
( b ) One of the first time the troops get too close, Crystal is ready—it takes her all of a minute to raise a wall of rock between the base and the troops, six feet high and twice as wide across. Standing beside it with her hands in the air to keep it steady, her voice is noticeably strained as she calls out, “Excuse me? Someone might want to go deal with that before they break through.”
She’s able to hold the wall there for ten minutes or so before sweat starts beading down her brow and she grimaces. But there’s no option of letting it drop, not when there’s vulnerable children behind it.
( c ) In between attacks, she climbs up one of the taller trees in the forest and tries to get a better look at the shoreline. Only now does her composure slip, and as she watches the planes and the lights of the battle, she bites down on her lower lip. She knows she could have helped there, too, but someone also had to hold down the fort, as it were. She’s about to climb back down when a particularly strong assault shakes the ground around them—Crystal loses her footing and grip on the tree and slips.
She makes a grab for the bark of the tree, trying to steady herself, but chances are she might fall.