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[h2][color=goldenrod]Amara Solidor[/color][/h2][/center]

Amara, for her part, kept out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the Engineers. She listened carefully to the briefing on the mission and now was content to stand quietly by until she was needed. She was keyed up and excited at the prospect of slaughtering more Librarium dogs, maybe even getting a shot at the Alphas.

That didn't mean she wasn't bored to hell just waiting. 

She tapped her foot impatiently as she mentally hurried the gearheads, who were oo-ing and ah-ing over the fancy tech. Well, fancy for this rustbucket anyway. Stifling a big yawn, she shifted to a more comfortable position where she was leaning against a metal contraption that she had been assured that (probably) won't kill her. She hadn't slept well. Not that she had for years now. Fortunately, that is what coffee was invented for and she was chugging her way through her third mug like a druggie. It was disgusting. It looked like, had the consistency of and tasted like mud, but she didn't care. It woke her up and gave her the kick to start another day.

She sipped coffee and let herself slip into her own thoughts. The incident yesterday was bugging her. Not that tantrum Addy threw, or the book she literally threw, nor the casual use of force the Captain used to settle the matter, but Silver Claw. When he had casually steadied the two of them, he had said to her: “[color=gray]Let’s hope you’re more useful than this lot.[/color]” and she looked him in the eye with a smile saying, [color=goldenrod]"I am."[/color] Confident at that time. So confident.

But after last night, she was feeling less like her usual self. Uneasy. Shaken. Those same nightmares had haunted her sleep for two years and she had quickly learned to deal with them. But now? They left her feeling like she was made of glass: fragile and easily shattered. Was it nervousness? This was the first major mission she had officially been assigned to. Unofficially, she'd snuck on a few before. Since they turned out well, the Captain had turned a blind eye. But this time was different. This time, she had been singled out and chosen. Why did that make a difference? She didn't care about these pirates and their petty grievances. She just wanted to see the Librarium burn and this was her best way to go about it. Power. She needed power, like always. Once she had it, she could leave these people in the ash left in her wake. 

Her eye was twitching. She could feel it. Twitch twitch twitch. She absently traced it with a finger. 

What was she thinking about again? Right. Yesterday. Silver Claw had steadied her and she had felt the enormous power the man held. And she felt that same feeling of unease that always came when she saw him. And yet he had been almost gentle. He was a puzzle. But not one that she was interested in solving, just one that was worth pulling out of the box every now and then to admire how mysterious its pieces were. 

She mentally put it away for future puzzling when she was approached by an engineer bearing the diving harness that had a name she couldn't remember for the life of her. He was polite in answering her questions, and she, in turn, listened carefully to his instructions. If she was going to be entrusting her life to this hunk of junk, she wanted to know all about it. 

Now why not apply that philosophy elsewhere...? She glanced sidelong at her teammates for this mission, who were also getting outfitted, but with considerably more fuss then herself. [color=goldenrod][I]Maybe later.[/I][/color] She shrugged. She didn't feel up to making small talk. 

"There yar. All set." The engineer said, checking one last strap before stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Ya know how to work this, right, lass?" Amara gave him a nod. "G'luck then." He moved off to attend to his other duties. 

She watched him go, then pulled out a few leaves of paper covered in her spidery scrawl of notes and rescanned the important parts. There was something she wanted to attempt, and this seemed like a good opportunity. She looked around for a relatively clear section of floor, quickly locating a spot that was free of miscellaneous objects, and slightly free of people. Coincidentally, that happened to be around Laz and Addy. After all, no sane person wanted to be nearby when the two of them were in the same room. But that worked for Amara. She moved through the bustle with ease to pop up nearby the pair. [color=goldenrod]" 'scuse me."[/color] She murmured as she passed between them, intent on the area beyond.

There, plenty of room. A few paces further and the small white-haired girl thrust out her hands, palms out in a dramatic pose. She closed her eyes and began to gather magic. Most of the crew were either mages themselves or experienced enough to feel magic at work, and a few actually knew Amara's magic so a small circle of space cleared out quickly. 

She took in a deep breath and let it out again. Magic grew thick enough to be visible as a shimmer in the air around the girl. It grew progressively thicker and stared to swirl about in a circular fashion. The still air inside the hanger began to move, the presence of so much concentrated magic creating an imbalance of pressure that manifested as a phantom breeze. Amara's face grew tense, and her breathing haggard. She barely understood what she was doing, guided by instinct and a little knowledge. 

Power, this power. This was the power she craved. This was the power she hungered for. But the meager amount she could bring mearly whet her appetite, leaving her thirsting for more. MORE! She needed MORE! Magic flowed through her veins, bringing with it a tingling euphoria that crackled and stung like electricity. 

Faster and faster the magic swirled and when it reached it's peak, it suddenly stilled. Amara opened her eyes, seeing nothing, then slowly and clearly, she chanted. 

[color=goldenrod]"Divine breath of the Gods, fragrance of the flowers, bearer of Seed, Merchant, and Wayfarer, alike! Yet sower of fire and pestilence. Soaring breeze! Raging tempest! Tempestuous gale! Winds of a beginning, blow now."[/color] She ended the chant calmly, moving her hands held down at her sides. Magic streamed out of her, leaving her once again hollow and empty.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. But, it one looked closer, in front of the amateur Summoner was a disturbance in the air, a few feet off the ground. A core of bright greenish light, about the size of a fist. It pulsed gently, then expanded rapidly, stopping at roughly the size of a man's head. 

It had no obvious form, it gave the impression of a bundle of wind, giving off steams and winking firefly-likelights, swirling about in a vaguely spherical shape. It darted about, almost playfully, always shifting, always moving, sometimes briefly disappearing from sight to reappear again in another spot. It bobbed close to Amara and circled her, giving off a playful feel. Amara sagged slightly. She did it. She had summoned an Air Elemental.

It was small, and as Elementals go, not very strong, but perhaps that was best. Despite it's looks, it contained a massive amount of power, enough to give A class wizards trouble. Elementals were tricky. Catching and binding one was no easy task as they tended to be...independent, as they are forces of nature, and it was only possible to lure them with something that had an affinity with the element. Fortunately, a flying airship was more then enough for a minor wind elemental. But they were also dangerous. If it got free, the first thing it would do is unleash all its magic winds on their summoner. Galeforce winds, in this case. But it won't. Amara will was far stronger then this elemental's. Even if it did, somehow, she could scatter it with a thought. 

The newly summoned elemental darted about, seemingly curious about it's surroundings. It would rush up to whatever person or thing that caught it's interest then stop and bob around it for a moment before rushing off, leaving a gentle breeze in it's wake.

The show finished, the hustle and bustle of the Chasers continued without missing a step.

Amara wearily stumbled over to a nearby stack of crates to sit. That had been more costly than she had anticipated, she thought she had it right, but she had spent far more power then necessary... She retrieved the papers from her pocket and a pen and started taking notes and writing down her thoughts. The air elemental continued to fly about the hanger, seemingly not minded by Amara. It caused a little alarm here and there, but it seemed harmless and more playful than malicious. The worst it did was blow off someone's hat or flip up a skirt or two, one of which belonged to Adelyn nearby. Purely by coincidence, of course.

Despite herself, Amara smiled faintly.

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