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Rosella grunted, leaning up from the desk with a dozen or so cracks as her tired spine straightened. Whatever poise she manufactured during the day was lost during the morning hours, and she was already annoyed at having been caught. As she abandoned the library, she brushed her fingers acoss her hair and dress, smoothing out bangs and tugging out wrinkles. A moment later, she was out the hall, through the foyer, and finally just below a sign labeled 'Greenthorne Expeditioners' that hung over the building's double-doors.

"Casper Almighty... what is that?" Rosella breathed, a hair's breadth from Collin's shoulder. True to his word, flying trees [i]were[/i] something she had to see to believe, but the following clench of her gut didn't make the sight welcome. Storms and floods could cause trees to uproot and even fly, but this? This was [i]magic[/i].

And magic heralded disaster.

"D-don't just stand there, take cover!" Before she realized it, she was grasping Collin's sleeve in a death grip and yanking him inside. The sight had done more than surprise her--primal fear awakened and she reacted to protect herself. Moving too slowly? That got plenty of Coalians killed.

[i]We'll be fine. The troops will be here any second now. It'll be fine. I'm just overreacting![/i] She'd only run from the door into the hallway, yet she was breathless. Her heart was hammering against her ears, her skin already clammy. Collin probably didn't appreciate the panic, but what could she say? She'd seen enough death for a lifetime under much less freaky circumstances.