Streamers of light emanate from the tip of the horn when Criella touches it.
As the streamers of light swirl around Criella, they form into a spectral rabbit with a single horn on its brow. A female voice whispers, "Quick, quick, let me in! We must stop Acererak!"Criella instinctively shake her head, jumping into the air and flying away from the spectral rabbit. The female voice whisper dies as if nothing happened. Maybe it was just you imagination or a magical illusion?
With the words whispers that others probably didn't hear as they were for her and the strange pull'ed way it tried to influence her, she bounded away which became flight as she has had sprouted out her huge bat wings with incredible speed and ease. It was all a protective instinct to keep her safe and alive. One moment she is standing there with the horn and the next moment she was in flight. Obviously, this wasn't a planned move.
All her party would view and the very tip of the Almiraj's horn immolate a spark of light followed by streamers of light swirl around
Criella to form a spectral Almiraj whispering to encourage and possess/force upon her. But no. Her party must not have seen this as none react. They don't even react to her instinctive sudden flight. But in
Criella's mind this is all real as she is in flight. This horn has strange power, and she did know it was magical, but didn't comprehend ahead that it might also be possessed.
As she is there a few feet off the ground in full succubus form with her huge bat wings in motion as she is hovering but strangely still has the horn in her hands as through all the motion she didn't toss it away. It was the image she perceived that she moved away from. The mental attack was for but a moment, but it seemed so much longer to her. She has a slightly embarrassed look upon her as she fully realizes that she had pulled away and was in flight. She had momentarily lost control of herself which in practice she never does.
She blabbers out, "
This horn tried hard to recruit me to stop some Acererak in a rather forceful way. It has stopped trying as it may have found out I'm not one to be pushed." as she is looking upon the horn in her hands. She further adds on, "
And I have a very fine thought of what the Almiraj that owned this horn looked like."
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