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Mother Earth had sunk into the grass, and now sat cross-legged, palms against the Earth as the delicate blades laced between her fingers. Her eyes were closed as she remained one with the Earth, lending her own power and strength as it weathered Time’s interference.
Mother Earth did not answer Luck at first, remaining still and unmoved as she felt across the plates. She waited, listened, and then opened her eyes and shook her head.
“All is well,” she assured. “For now. I do not know if the Earth will survive too much more of that.” She pushed herself to her feet and slipped back into her heels. She glanced over at Luck. “Are you alright? I am sure it is not easy to...manage Chaos.”
While everyone felt the exhaust of energy, and were left to catch their breath, Chaos felt energized. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, sparking as she was lost to the overwhelming feeling of pure ecstasy. A shiver raced down her spine, and her hair was on-end. She felt like running, like forgetting the world around her and running, the wind in her hair, fresh air in her lungs. She would run and run until her lungs seized, and then she would run some more. Her pale skin would flush and the blood in her veins would pulse until she heard nothing but thudding in her ears. She needed to run. Somewhere, anywhere. Away.
Love’s shout penetrated the electrified haze that had come over Chaos. She blinked, shaking her head as her eyes drifted about the clearing, settling on one Keeper after another, realizing then the toll their efforts had had on everyone else. She drew in a breath, shut her eyes for a moment, and exhaled slowly.
Hera, just this once, you couldn’t run with it? Who cares about these freaks—you’ve done your part, it’s time we move on. It’s not like they wanted you here in the first place. Eris was back.
Chaos reopened her eyes, which had returned to their muddy plainness. She saw that Change was attending to Seraphina, and Death to Time. She looked down at her own hands, which had calmed and were no longer sparking with the excitement of her release. She dropped them back to her side and turned her attention to Love.
“Why should she not touch her?” Chaos questioned, eyes expressionless as she studied the younger Keeper. “Death would not knowingly harm a human, and yet you say he is wrong for asking this human’s assistance. There is something you have failed to disclose.”
Mother Earth did not answer Luck at first, remaining still and unmoved as she felt across the plates. She waited, listened, and then opened her eyes and shook her head.
“All is well,” she assured. “For now. I do not know if the Earth will survive too much more of that.” She pushed herself to her feet and slipped back into her heels. She glanced over at Luck. “Are you alright? I am sure it is not easy to...manage Chaos.”
While everyone felt the exhaust of energy, and were left to catch their breath, Chaos felt energized. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, sparking as she was lost to the overwhelming feeling of pure ecstasy. A shiver raced down her spine, and her hair was on-end. She felt like running, like forgetting the world around her and running, the wind in her hair, fresh air in her lungs. She would run and run until her lungs seized, and then she would run some more. Her pale skin would flush and the blood in her veins would pulse until she heard nothing but thudding in her ears. She needed to run. Somewhere, anywhere. Away.
Love’s shout penetrated the electrified haze that had come over Chaos. She blinked, shaking her head as her eyes drifted about the clearing, settling on one Keeper after another, realizing then the toll their efforts had had on everyone else. She drew in a breath, shut her eyes for a moment, and exhaled slowly.
Hera, just this once, you couldn’t run with it? Who cares about these freaks—you’ve done your part, it’s time we move on. It’s not like they wanted you here in the first place. Eris was back.
Chaos reopened her eyes, which had returned to their muddy plainness. She saw that Change was attending to Seraphina, and Death to Time. She looked down at her own hands, which had calmed and were no longer sparking with the excitement of her release. She dropped them back to her side and turned her attention to Love.
“Why should she not touch her?” Chaos questioned, eyes expressionless as she studied the younger Keeper. “Death would not knowingly harm a human, and yet you say he is wrong for asking this human’s assistance. There is something you have failed to disclose.”