Event Six.

[awashmods]

If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[whichcraft]

[Someday, she thinks, she'll tell him what it is he actually did for her, just now. He doesn't know it, of course. There's no way that he could've. To some degree, she'd simply manipulated him into it — heavy-handed though it might have been in the attempt, but then again, this boy of hers is nothing if not cute and stupid — but to her way of thinking, that doesn't make it any less of a gift.

He still probably would've done it for her, even if he'd known. This way, he still gets to, and the only difference is that she doesn't have to give up something in exchange.

But now she's heard what the word sounds like in his voice. And it's like she'd told Noctis at the prom — human voices are much harder than music, because of how they're a little different every time, but she was paying attention this time as closely as she could, and even if it's not perfect, it's close. She's sure she can get it close.

Now, if she wants to, when she's safe and alone and certain that nothing can take it from her, she can listen to him say Summer, and she can think, yeah? in return.]

Sure, I'll be just fine. Plenty of magic left.

[She smiles a little, and before she can think better of it, she lightly skims the backs of her knuckles down the curve of his cheek.]

You're not going to hurt me. And I won't let you hurt anybody else, either.

[photoshooter]

[His eyes round, surprised by the touch, and then scrunch again in a smile, unafraid.]

Okay.

[And in the absence of fear, what else is there but trust?]

Heh. Careful, I almost licked your hand there. Gross.

[Wag wag wag.]