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#75 Shade Laying still on the stream bank, Gail watched the dappled reflection on the water's surface. Fascinated by the leaves' swaying shadow. She looked for patterns in the blue peeking through.
"Why do your leaves move when the air so is still?" she asked, still intent in her vigil.
The air is not so still above the rooftops, The thought hummed through the air, creating an almost physical sensation with the strength of the tree's will.
"Really?" Gail asked, peering into the sky as if she could see the wind itself. "Well that's silly. The wind should blow the same everywhere!"
#74 Dark "What the hell?!" Blythe shouted, jumping back i panic.
"I don't know!" Favian growled, fumbling around in the dark, "damnit! Where's that bloody flashlight!"
"I'll get it as soon as I can see." Zared told them calmly, causing both to jump in surprise.
"That was you?!" Blythe asked, outraged, "What the--"
"Wait a minute," Favian interrupted, "You can see?"
"Well I could," Zared responded dryly, "Until someone shined a flashlight in my eyes."
"Er, sorry?" Favian apologized.
"That doesn't excuse sending it flying," Blythe grumbled.
"I don't like flashlights," Zared explained.
"So?" She countered irritably.
#73 Light "Wow it's dark in here," Favian said, turning on his flashlight, "I wonder what Jezza wants."
"I don't Know," Blythe mumbled, stumbling in after him, "Probably something silly,"
"Jezza's not usually silly," He responded, shining the flashlight around, "I've never gotten a good look at this place before."
"What's there to look at?" Blyth asked, "It's a cave."
"Well, I can see some crystals in the walls, and that looks like a passage over-- What was that?!" Favian swung the flashlight around to follow a clattering noise. With a sudden rush of movement the light was knocked from his hand.
#72 Fixed "Having fun?" Amanda asked, cheerfully watching as her son carefully removed shingles from the damaged portion of the roof, revealing the strong plywood underneath.
Zared grunted, examining the hole left by a large flying stone. "That rock did a number too this thing, didn't it?" He commented as he removed the plywood, untroubled by the weak light.
She chuckled, "Oh yes. You should have been there, everyone was freaking out. All afraid the storm was going to come in!"
Zared grinned, "Nah, Edgewood Architecture can take a few hits." He jumped down to get a new sheet of spelled plywood.
#71 Broken I am broken. I have been caged, betrayed. Hurt, and hurt again. By someone I should have been able to trust.
He does not understand me. He was not there as I grew. Learned. Showed interest. Became. He does not know me. I try to tell him, show him, and he denies it. He refuses to see. He calls me a liar.
I cannot live here, in a box surrounded by boxes. It's choking me. I need space, trees, animals, wilderness. They all speak to me.
I can't stay here. I am dying. Broken. And only Gaia can fix me.
# 70 Storm I am the storm. My wings are the wind, lightning flows through my veins. The rain is my tears upon the ground, hail, my icy rage.
I am the storm. None are beyond my power to destroy, little, beyond my power to restore. My strength is great, and rarely is it withheld.
I am the storm. My beauty is unmatched, my ferocity without competitor. I am a terrible thing to behold, a sacred force of nature.
I am the storm. I soar effortlessly the sky, my range wide and far. Never will I be conquered, for I AM THE STORM.
#69 Thunder KaBOOM! The entire house shook with the noise and Kaval burst into the room, tail tucked between his legs. He bolted, trampling Jezza, and attempted to burrow underneath her.
"Geezes, Kav! Stop that!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the big dog's neck, "It's just a storm!"
He gave her a pathetic look, trembling violently as the thunder crashed again.
"Wow," She sighed, stroking his soft gray fur, "A big dog fierce dog like you, scared of a storm."
He responded by shoving his head under her hand and licking her. She sighed, hugging him. "I guess you can stay."
#68 Lightning Lightning is a powerful force. It is decisive and quick. And devastating to those to those caught unprepared. But what it does not do, is plan. It does not care whether it is destroying something good, or bad, or if it matters at all. It does not matter what course it takes, so long as that course is taken.
That is where I come into play.
I can harness this power and put it to good use. I can feel it flowing through my veins, sparking from my feathers tips. Ever ready to strike down the enemies of my people.
#67 Snow Gail smiled in delight as a snowflake landed on her nose, gazing upward cheerfully as more began to fall. "look! It's snowing!" She exclaimed, drawing Tobias from his revery.
"Yah. So what?"
"It's so pretty. We never get much snow in Thought."
He sighed, "It's cold and makes it hard to get around."
"I like the cold," Gail responded blythely, "We should have a snowball fight."
"Should we?" Tobias grinned, making a few while her back was turned.
"Yes! And then-" She was interrupted by a snowball at point blank range. Laughing, she quickly made a snowball of her own.
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