08-22-2022, 03:21 PM
There was no time. There was no time to run, no time to get others to safety, no time to prepare. In one moment the sky was clear and beautiful, and in the next, a tornado began but quickly became so much more that one could hardly call it a tornado anymore (though she had no better word for it, for 'storm' was such a weak word in comparison to what had happened). It had taken all of Isogold's power to calm the winds around her and those with her enough for them to land on some strange and unknown land where she could only hope they would be safe. As soon as they were there, she'd taken to the sky again, her power shielding her from the worst of the storm though it was a storm born of a magic far more powerful than hers. She fought through it, aided by the slightly subdued winds in her immediate vicinity, back into Stratos looking for anyone who might be stuck in their kingdom.
The winds died down as she returned to Stratos and flying, at least, became manageable. Soaring through the air, Iso scouts for any who might be trapped or hurt. As she goes, a familiar voice calling her name catches her attention and she turns her course until she finds Vilja. "Vilja," she says, relief in her voice with seeing someone else who looks at least relatively unharmed. "Are you okay?" Physically, at least, because how could any of them actually be okay?
@Vilja
The winds died down as she returned to Stratos and flying, at least, became manageable. Soaring through the air, Iso scouts for any who might be trapped or hurt. As she goes, a familiar voice calling her name catches her attention and she turns her course until she finds Vilja. "Vilja," she says, relief in her voice with seeing someone else who looks at least relatively unharmed. "Are you okay?" Physically, at least, because how could any of them actually be okay?
@Vilja