That prompts a sideways glance from Jamie, his mouth pulling off to one side as he looks over. Surrounded by nature, and all she can do is think of how a battle would go. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat. It's not quite an 'Och', but it's close.
Well, if it's a battle she wants, it's a battle she'll get. With a thought, he shifts things subtly, the scenery changing. Now instead of the glen below, there is a stretch of moorland. The weather is much worse, as well, becoming a familiar April morning, rain and sleet falling from the sky. Two armies appear, one dressed in the red coats of the British army circa 1745, the other clearly a group of Highlanders. Even so, there's no tanks or gunners - well, unless you count the muskets the English have.
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Well, if it's a battle she wants, it's a battle she'll get. With a thought, he shifts things subtly, the scenery changing. Now instead of the glen below, there is a stretch of moorland. The weather is much worse, as well, becoming a familiar April morning, rain and sleet falling from the sky. Two armies appear, one dressed in the red coats of the British army circa 1745, the other clearly a group of Highlanders. Even so, there's no tanks or gunners - well, unless you count the muskets the English have.
"Ye mean more like this, then?"