09-22-2015, 02:33 PM
She should stay out of it. She should – they are not allies, she has no personal relationship with their Queen and King, and Yael herself has no authority to insert the Desert (because it might come back to them) into whatever feud bubbles between the Gates and the Chamber. But the Queen of the past screams at her, and the Savta in her screams at her, and then the children scream, and she can ignore it no longer. Who is she, if not the magician that the Dale came to - twice - for help? With a frustrated growl in the back of her throat, the golden woman disappears from the eternal summer sands and sends herself towards the Gates.
She reappears, invisible, in the Gates, and takes a moment to survey the chaos at hand. Fire – Plant Manipulation – Poison – the Chamber seems to have sent its whole arsenal. With quick decisiveness, Yael decides to forego saving the Queen and focus solely on the Mother Tree. A Kingdom can live without a ruler, but she does not know what would happen if the Tree burnt to a crisp and was then viciously ripped from the ground. The thought of someone poisoning the Oasis, or trying to do something as equally dreadful to the spirit that is very much a part of herself only fuels the fire.
Still invisible (and in this way, perhaps, the Desert can avoid some potential danger – they are too small and quiet right now to fight with the Chamber, despite having two magicians) she translocates a monsoon from another part of the world to a pocket above the Mother Tree, allowing a literal sheet of water to fall in a concentrated area. It should douse the flames and keep others from appearing. But there is more to be done – and though there is sweat all over her body from summoning the weather (always difficult when there isn’t a single rain cloud already in sight), she grits her teeth and digs deeper into the tree. Something else is wrong. It was still dying, she could see the life draining out of it.
She starts at the bits that have not yet been touched by the Black Death and creates a sort of barrier. A temporary one, to hold the poison at bay until the worst is over. This is triage in the midst of battle, not the operating room in the hospital. First things first. If she saved something - a twig, a leaf, a branch - maybe they could regrow the tree from that.
She reappears, invisible, in the Gates, and takes a moment to survey the chaos at hand. Fire – Plant Manipulation – Poison – the Chamber seems to have sent its whole arsenal. With quick decisiveness, Yael decides to forego saving the Queen and focus solely on the Mother Tree. A Kingdom can live without a ruler, but she does not know what would happen if the Tree burnt to a crisp and was then viciously ripped from the ground. The thought of someone poisoning the Oasis, or trying to do something as equally dreadful to the spirit that is very much a part of herself only fuels the fire.
Still invisible (and in this way, perhaps, the Desert can avoid some potential danger – they are too small and quiet right now to fight with the Chamber, despite having two magicians) she translocates a monsoon from another part of the world to a pocket above the Mother Tree, allowing a literal sheet of water to fall in a concentrated area. It should douse the flames and keep others from appearing. But there is more to be done – and though there is sweat all over her body from summoning the weather (always difficult when there isn’t a single rain cloud already in sight), she grits her teeth and digs deeper into the tree. Something else is wrong. It was still dying, she could see the life draining out of it.
She starts at the bits that have not yet been touched by the Black Death and creates a sort of barrier. A temporary one, to hold the poison at bay until the worst is over. This is triage in the midst of battle, not the operating room in the hospital. First things first. If she saved something - a twig, a leaf, a branch - maybe they could regrow the tree from that.