[There's no time. Poised as she is to smack something - or someone. Natalia? Luke? - with her staff as she is, she isn't quick enough to let go with one of her hands to try and grab him - and before she can do anything about it, the chain of flowers is pulling him up and away, out of their reach.
Oh, hell.
He's suspended from - something. Rafters. There must be a way up. She surges forward, intent on seeking it out, and catches the glint of violin strings just in time to throw herself out of their way. It's surprisingly graceful - she's able to use the momentum as she lands to pivot on her foot and continue moving onward, and it almost looks like a dance move.
(Maybe winning the White Heron Cup was good for something after all. She's felt lighter on her feet since then.)]
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[There's no time. Poised as she is to smack something - or someone. Natalia? Luke? - with her staff as she is, she isn't quick enough to let go with one of her hands to try and grab him - and before she can do anything about it, the chain of flowers is pulling him up and away, out of their reach.
Oh, hell.
He's suspended from - something. Rafters. There must be a way up. She surges forward, intent on seeking it out, and catches the glint of violin strings just in time to throw herself out of their way. It's surprisingly graceful - she's able to use the momentum as she lands to pivot on her foot and continue moving onward, and it almost looks like a dance move.
(Maybe winning the White Heron Cup was good for something after all. She's felt lighter on her feet since then.)]
Dimitri - we need to get him down from there!