MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Horrified, Maea watched the ice spread in frost fern patterns from herself and up onto Sunjata's arm. Across the floor. Over the furniture, the walls until every surface in a wide circle around her was covered in swirling feathers of hoarfrost. Within herself she could feel the thrum of magic as it swelled and surged, unleashed after being unconcsiously suppressed for some time. Forced to build and stagnate under the stifling darkness of a black shawl, gone unnoticed and unused for too long. Though Maea was startled, surprised to find this strange power appear within her, the sentiment turned from alarm to fear only when she realized she couldn't seem to control it, when it acted on its own and touched her friend.
Strong hands brought her up from the chair and into an embrace. 'Calm down', she could hear him say, but for all that his voice was steady he was trembling in the harsh cold. She felt it, the quiver in his body as he held her. The girl tried to do as he said, tried to breathe, relax, take control over the ice - it had come from her, so it ought to obey her - but for all that she reached out for it, it was like trying to pick up a wet bar of soap, constantly slipping from her grasp.
Too much. It was simply too much of it for her to maintain.
With the realization that she had absolutely no control over this, came the panic. Her deep breaths turned ragged, quick and shallow as she felt the icy waters of that pent up dam rise up within her again. Colder this time, harsher, more vicious. Then it struck.
"Watch out!" Maea shoved Sunjata away from her with all the strength she could muster, just as hundreds of thin, razor sharp spears of ice erupted from her. Long and vicious, they extended out several feet all around her, trapping her inside a frosty, barbed prison.
Strong hands brought her up from the chair and into an embrace. 'Calm down', she could hear him say, but for all that his voice was steady he was trembling in the harsh cold. She felt it, the quiver in his body as he held her. The girl tried to do as he said, tried to breathe, relax, take control over the ice - it had come from her, so it ought to obey her - but for all that she reached out for it, it was like trying to pick up a wet bar of soap, constantly slipping from her grasp.
Too much. It was simply too much of it for her to maintain.
With the realization that she had absolutely no control over this, came the panic. Her deep breaths turned ragged, quick and shallow as she felt the icy waters of that pent up dam rise up within her again. Colder this time, harsher, more vicious. Then it struck.
"Watch out!" Maea shoved Sunjata away from her with all the strength she could muster, just as hundreds of thin, razor sharp spears of ice erupted from her. Long and vicious, they extended out several feet all around her, trapping her inside a frosty, barbed prison.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
