Aimee rested in her feral form on the bench, head down atop her paws as she laid, looking out of the back of the wagon where her brother sat, his frame slightly wet and his hair wind-whipped. Being from Zeltiva, and having two of her family members being particularly fond of rain and storms, made her at ease as well. The sounds of the rain plopping down outside were enhanced to her ears, and the winds whistling was sharper still to her senses. The aroma the heavy clouds kept in the air lingered all the more in her nose, and the wetness of Noah’s skin tickled her snout all the more.

Noah waited for Elann to grab one of the gems for him. When she came to him, handing the gem to him, he set his dish aside and looked to the gem as it glowed in his palm. “Thank you,” he said in a whisper, turning his attention to the weather outside.

He extended his hand out into the weather tentatively, bearing through pain as it came slowly, the gem in his flat palm. The water came down on it to no outward effect. Disappointedly, Noah urged it to do something, and it seemed his will was enough to spark a change. The spark was literal, the lightning infused in the gem crackling out along the surface to dance along his palm’s sensitive skin. Unlike last time, the feeling was only a tingle and tickling, nothing violently shocking as before that seemed to burn his fingertips.

He leaned forward still and grasped at the stone, pointing it towards the sky as the light static crept out of the stone and enveloped his hand. Like the finch earlier, it traveled over his wrist and started to snail down his forearm. Noah wasn’t afraid of the static though, willing it to do more to see just how far it would go. He squeezed the stone in his palm, pressing more of the erratic static out apparently. Then, he pressed his arm out a little more, gritting against the pain of the motion. With that, the stone showed a whitely hot glow before discharging with a sliver of lightning which shot past the treetops, singeing the leaves and branches, and traveled to the sky.

Upon impact, the lightning disappeared and a second later the clouds rolled with the static that was on Noah’s hand still. He pulled back some as he watched the display. The lightning stayed in the clouds but rolled underneath the cover to be visible to the Kelvic’s perceptive eye, and all those whose eyes weren’t as keen. He creased his brow in some determination as all the lightning did was crackle in roll. Again, he extended his hand out and shot the lightning forward from the gem once more, sending anther slivering bolt to the sky. It impacted near the same spot and sent another wave of lightning rolling through the clouds.

Noah loosened his grip on the stone yet the static remained, tickling and licking at his skin as if it was a friendly fire. He kept his eyes trained on the sky, waiting for a deeper reaction. He got one as the sky clapped suddenly in piquing anger. He had brought thunder to the sky, and he was almost elated. The deepest emotion in him though was wonderment and his eyes were large as he looked on still. He observed the lightning roll underneath and within the clouds and felt the rumbling thunder as the sky growled down at them.

Aimee took an interest, hopping from the bench onto her stilted legs to hurriedly make her way to sit beside Noah. She slid to her haunches, looking up at the sky as the magic was worked. Because of the lightning source so close to her being, her fur was tugged in the direction of the static emitting stone. She didn’t mind; what was happening in the sky was several times more concerning and intriguing.

Noah managed to turn a rainstorm into a mild thunderstorm. The rain didn’t lessen, but the skies were angered and fueled with the storm encased within the gem. Some power released, the stone’s emitting static lessened, as did the white hot glow that fought to be freed from Noah’s tightly closed fingers.

The Warden pulled back into the tent. The more he loosened the stone, the lesser the divine magic became until it was no more. All that remained was the now faint glow of the stone as it shimmered with rain water. Satisfied, the Kelvic was an audience to his work, looking to the skies as he seemingly did what he believed only Zulrav could do.