A force of nature
Nature has shifted in a chaotic way. Clouds rain basketball-sized ice, seeds grow only vines of long slim thorns, and lightning comes from the ground and shoots up into the sky.
Einye is in a bad headspace, she keeps differing between crying and rocking while staring at a distance. Her room looks like a tornado swept through; pretty everything is either upturned, dismantled, destroyed or everything at once. It’s a way to start renovating, I suppose. It means, however, there’s not much in terms of sitting arrangements, so I’m just leaning against a wall, Cas is cuddling the multimental on a half-destroyed dresser, and Muoro’ta chose a place on a ceiling, near shattered lights. She’s probably the wisest that way, but I’m not much one to defy gravity thus these days.
“… And… and then he said… ‘We are done, go back to your prissy parents… and leave me alone’!” Einye manages between sobs. Seraph rubs her back, making soothing sounds, faint golden light around them both the only sign she’s using Serenity. It works; outside hail lessens its size to oranges, one big blaze of continuous lightning divides into shorter ones, a few seconds long. The roar of thunder unfortunately is still ripping through the air, but a small charm is keeping noise at bay. As discreetely as I can, I sneak to the cracked window, my hand reaching one of these nasty thornvines growing like crazy despite quite challenging environment. It seems to want inside, but poked properly, it chars then turns to dust on a sharp wind. Same fate is dealt to its peers creeping and crawling onto the house; signs of a mood they may be, Sleeping-Beauty-style is a one of immensely poor taste. We aren’t in a castle, neither.
“Asshole” hisses Muo, summoning a choice of ice cream for the miserable dumped, and some spoons. “Doing all this for a dare I might understand, it’s even a trope, but how could he not at least like you? You’re a literal ray of sunshine!” she flails her arms in agitation. The timed big white flash would make it humorous otherwise, but Einye is usually as sweet and soft as Cassidy. Is even now, it’s the nature she controls which isn’t.
Briefly I wonder how far the storm reaches, and then shake the thought off; definitely not far enough to reach her parents, who’d literally move the sea and mountains if it helped their offspring. Too bad, they’d have an easier time rendering the brat immobile like he deserves, but now it’ll have to wait. I grab a comb and start untangling multimental’s hair, half an ear turned to slowly-shrinking white missiles ricochetting off the roof.
I keep quiet, anger boiling inside. A vicious smile blooms on my lips; the Deathgatherer will pay in pain and reputation for all the suffering he caused my friend. The best thing? I don’t even have to lift a finger, the stones are already falling. But what better revenge than making the future avalanche even bigger?
Dragons are not nice, but we are harmless puppies in comparison to what awaits young God of Death.