[indent][i]Black heart, blue bones, black heart, blue bones...[/i][/indent]

"I see this every night, why should now be any different? A horse may shy from the whip, a dragon will turn to confront." However her hands were fists, green vapour peeling upwards. She stepped forwards, closer to him, squaring off, looking down on him. All the jests and charm from earlier gone, malice and rage now ruled, and fear, fear making her foolish. But then there was ice, real ice, ice filling the room. She quickly looked down to her hands, but the fear was fading and logic taking its place; this was not her doing.

Tearing her eyes from her hands she turned to see Kalinda, she almost looked different as to the girl who walked in here. [i]Too close.[/i] She forced herself to step back, holding her breath, and moving over to Flood to check he was still alive. She doubted he was dead, but a pulse would be a welcome touch back to reality right now.