[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Maea felt herself being shoved back, into the bodies of Amalia and Wessex and locked in place by a prison of fire. For a heartbeat she is numb with surprise, frozen in place by the habit of old helplessness. But only for a heartbeat. Then new determination kicks in, and on instinct that rings through her blood the girl reached out for the water of the river, pulled it towards her and raised it up to mold around her skin, and hopefully around the skin of her companions; like a protective cocoon against the flames, shivery cold and wet and quickly soaking through clothes. Leaving only the face uncovered so that they could breathe, Maea felt Amalia's arms wrap around her protectively - arms, feathers, wings!? - thought she saw the flames part by some trick of Wessex', and together she attempted to walk out with the others. "That's a new trick" she remarked at Amalia with a hint of a smile, awe and envy as always warring within when it came to this girl. "Thank you. Thank you, both". She nodded to Wessex as well, curious about the control she had over the fire. How...? It had only taken seconds, but the whole situation left her bewildered. How quickly had her new ability even developed, for something like this to be possible? Why was Amalia so quick to help her now, when they'd barely spoken properly in years? She was grateful, touched by the gesture... and the questions never stopped as she looked up at the spirit woman, wary of any new tricks. If they indeed escaped the flames, she would let the water quietly drain away, seeping past stepping feet and obstacles until it was returned to the river. Leaving not a drop behind, så she returned what she had borrowed.