[It happens so fast that she doesn't have time to block it. The explosion and the blinding light flood her senses, all of it painful in her eyes and ears that she can't help but scream—or try to, but she swears that the only thing that comes out of her is silence when she can't hear herself. It's only after it goes off that she slams her eyes shut and her hands snap up to cover her ears, her face burying into the snow to try and fight off the heat that rips through her right side when she opens her eyes again. A pain so great that she sobs, gritting her teeth as she tries to push through it.
What the—?
She was definitely not ready.
Nor has it dawned on her yet that she is not her usual self... Not until she tries to climb to her feet and stumbles again when her body feels smaller. Weaker. Even her voice—]
Eustace!
[—is equally small and panicked. A heat ripples in the air, but it does nothing to stem the cold fear that clings to her like the snowflakes cling to her hair.
Her hand goes to her right eye to cover it and she grits her teeth, calling out for him again.]
Eustace, where—!?
[She's heard that voice before—the one that echoes just barely through the trees, and she runs towards it as fast as she can, trudging through the snow and already growing tired as her tiny legs can only take her so quickly. She falls more than once, face flat into the snow where the tears she didn't know she'd started crying begin to freeze, but she makes it there. Eventually...
And as she stands in the middle of the flames, a vision of her own memories flickers over them, and she sees her home, the general store, the inn in Nibelheim all burning away before the boy's cries from somewhere inside them break her out of it.]
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What the—?
She was definitely not ready.
Nor has it dawned on her yet that she is not her usual self... Not until she tries to climb to her feet and stumbles again when her body feels smaller. Weaker. Even her voice—]
Eustace!
[—is equally small and panicked. A heat ripples in the air, but it does nothing to stem the cold fear that clings to her like the snowflakes cling to her hair.
Her hand goes to her right eye to cover it and she grits her teeth, calling out for him again.]
Eustace, where—!?
[She's heard that voice before—the one that echoes just barely through the trees, and she runs towards it as fast as she can, trudging through the snow and already growing tired as her tiny legs can only take her so quickly. She falls more than once, face flat into the snow where the tears she didn't know she'd started crying begin to freeze, but she makes it there. Eventually...
And as she stands in the middle of the flames, a vision of her own memories flickers over them, and she sees her home, the general store, the inn in Nibelheim all burning away before the boy's cries from somewhere inside them break her out of it.]
I'm here!