[Everything about her is tense, though it is not because of their flight. She manages a small smile, an attempt at reassuring them both, but even that is stiff as her fingers curl gently into Joshua's feathers, holding on not for dear life, but because that hold the fear has over her is starting to tighten. From up here, she can see all of the destruction clear as day as they soar over the city. Over the markets and the plaza where it is at its worst—a place that she and Eustace used to love to visit on their days off for a bit of shopping.
The street that the café is on has managed to survive, fortunately, though it is likely in part thanks to the fae's magic. She wishes that they had time to check in on her, to see if Mirabelle has managed to find and help people, but another roll of thunder reminds her that there is no time.]
There. That tree.
[She only speaks again when she sees their tree in the distance. It's tall, with wide branches that stretch up, and she is surprised to see that the flowers still hold strong. Some have petals that are tipped in black, but for the most part, they remain their same familiar blue. A testament, perhaps? A bit of hope that there is still a chance?]
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[Everything about her is tense, though it is not because of their flight. She manages a small smile, an attempt at reassuring them both, but even that is stiff as her fingers curl gently into Joshua's feathers, holding on not for dear life, but because that hold the fear has over her is starting to tighten. From up here, she can see all of the destruction clear as day as they soar over the city. Over the markets and the plaza where it is at its worst—a place that she and Eustace used to love to visit on their days off for a bit of shopping.
The street that the café is on has managed to survive, fortunately, though it is likely in part thanks to the fae's magic. She wishes that they had time to check in on her, to see if Mirabelle has managed to find and help people, but another roll of thunder reminds her that there is no time.]
There. That tree.
[She only speaks again when she sees their tree in the distance. It's tall, with wide branches that stretch up, and she is surprised to see that the flowers still hold strong. Some have petals that are tipped in black, but for the most part, they remain their same familiar blue. A testament, perhaps? A bit of hope that there is still a chance?]