[ trevelyan seems put out by this; nets would have been very helpful. the insects are proving far more troublesome here than anything she's used to; persistent, noisy, and prone to nip, which is the worst, as far as she's concerned. the itch is absolutely terrible. ]
Trying to catch each single one is tiring and entirely fruitless, since the moment you have one, another takes its place. On the other hand, it's improving my — [ a pause, as she sharply flicks her wrist to zap another approaching insect with a small bolt of electric magic, which she has been using here quite liberally. the aversion to it she knows from home does not seem to be broadly shared by anyone here, an oddly comforting thing amongst the strangeness. she can't help the faintly smug twitch at the corner of her mouth, as if she's achieved something entirely useful (she hasn't, really). ] — aim.
[ turning her attentions to dutch, she eyes the haul with equal measures of curiosity and admiration. the faintest of revulsion, too, as she never enjoyed killing animals, herself — frankly, she never "enjoyed" killing anyone or anything, but her circumstances are particular, and she has long since accustomed herself to the necessity of it, if nothing else. she'd probably go mad, if she didn't. trevelyan nods at the lizards with interest. ]
Is it the smell that repels them? [ thoughtfully, ] Hopefully not one that'll repel the entire camp.
base camp
[ trevelyan seems put out by this; nets would have been very helpful. the insects are proving far more troublesome here than anything she's used to; persistent, noisy, and prone to nip, which is the worst, as far as she's concerned. the itch is absolutely terrible. ]
Trying to catch each single one is tiring and entirely fruitless, since the moment you have one, another takes its place. On the other hand, it's improving my — [ a pause, as she sharply flicks her wrist to zap another approaching insect with a small bolt of electric magic, which she has been using here quite liberally. the aversion to it she knows from home does not seem to be broadly shared by anyone here, an oddly comforting thing amongst the strangeness. she can't help the faintly smug twitch at the corner of her mouth, as if she's achieved something entirely useful (she hasn't, really). ] — aim.
[ turning her attentions to dutch, she eyes the haul with equal measures of curiosity and admiration. the faintest of revulsion, too, as she never enjoyed killing animals, herself — frankly, she never "enjoyed" killing anyone or anything, but her circumstances are particular, and she has long since accustomed herself to the necessity of it, if nothing else. she'd probably go mad, if she didn't. trevelyan nods at the lizards with interest. ]
Is it the smell that repels them? [ thoughtfully, ] Hopefully not one that'll repel the entire camp.