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Hurricane gales screamed past the ophan cords, washing the great iron spheres with torrential rain as Tauga navigated the storm. Numbers clicked in her head as she felt her changeling body mark the miles on Galbar's web of magnetic field-lines.

She yanked at the ophanim to follow her lead, but even her sprawling tentacles were not enough to force them to bear. Slowly they drifted off course, perfectly yielding to every command that did not bring them to the eye of the storm. Finally she paused, miles high over the middle of the ocean, sensing the djinni as they whipped and chattered in swarms around her. 

Her tentacles knotted hard over the cords. Even the ophanim would only withstand so much without marking a challenge.

[color=antiquewhite][i]"Heartworm!"[/i][/color]

A presence in her skull.

[color=antiquewhite]"I need a new-"[/color] She struggled for words, not breath. The winds howled, but her mask could still air in the void itself. [color=antiquewhite]"-Mount. A pair of wings. Something that can kill Djinni,"[/color] she appended, knowing that this storm would make landfall. [color=antiquewhite]"Something that can hunt."[/color]

[color=f6989d][i]Will take time. Can reconfigure the Opha-[/i][/color]

[color=antiquewhite]"Do it now, you wormy fuck! I don't care!"[/color]

[color=f6989d][i]Done.[/i][/color]

Tauga gazed into the storm. Soon, very soon, she would map the winds.