* 19 * 7/10/12
Lily ran out into the courtyard, Casavir close behind her.
"Now that's how you fry a scarecrow! ...Or whatever that was," exclaimed Qara. The person-shaped, on-fire object – presumably a training dummy before its untimely demise – also had an arrow lodged in its chest. Even Sand couldn't help but smirk.
"Guys, you're...terrible." Lily had to try hard to be stern instead of laugh, for Guyven's sake. But really, what else could she have expected of letting them go outside?
"Why, hello, Lily. Come to partake in the destruction?" asked Sand, the evil smirk elongating on his face.
Bishop wasn't saying a word. He was eyeing Casavir malevolently with narrowed eyes, for Lily was no longer keeping a good enough amount of distance from him. Something must've happened while he had been carelessly firing arrows around the courtyard.
"I'm actually supposed to be putting an end to it as your ever-responsible Leader, buuut... How about this? Put that fire out so Guyven stops complaining and instead destroy some of these lines of flags." Lily loosened one line from a tree branch and blew it to smithereens with a small fireball. "Why do we even have these?" she laughed.
Casavir stiffened. He did not approve of this. However, he did not wish to spoil his relations with their Leader when she had just gotten back on speaking terms with him again, and thus he remained silent. He looked over to Bishop on a whim...
...And found the ranger staring directly back at him, malice and disgust coating his shadowy amber irises.