[b][color=bc8dbf]Stormy[/color][/b]

The mask looked at her. A roiling sea of fathomless depths in a solid form. Perhaps there was a slight blue glow, the merest aureole. Stormy brought her hand up to touch her temple, wincing. The aura vanished. 

Then she close to threw the mask at the ground. The hand that had been holding the semblance began stretching and clenching, the other rubbing that hand's wrist. Blue looked up from the grass, tillers and blades cloying around - eager and envious. Was it frowning now?

[color=bc8dbf]“Xi?”[/color] Stormy asked the ground, before turning to Koda, running her slender, branching fingers through the tangled nest on her hand, [color=bc8dbf]“Is that its name? I don’t quite understand you, sugar.”[/color]

The whole circus was performing, but Stormy’s spotlight was focused only on Koda. She let out a deep sigh, and seemed to deflate, her small frame almost vanishing inside her clothes.

[color=bc8dbf]“Sweetie pie, you look like you need to lie down, do you want to take five and clear your head?”[/color]

The azure puddle hid in the grass. The unseen pull of it made her hand twitch, but she either didn’t notice, or ignored the tic.