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Elathea is mid-leap when the oath snaps like an overstreched arm. Her spear slips from suddenly nerveless fingers to land point down in the dirt with a dull thud.
She is too concerned by the reverberating resonance in her soul to correct her course, the thrumming oscillations building and building til they too snap-
-at about the same point she is violently knocked out of the air.
Most of it. (Gleam does get up to stretch some, of course, once her body starts complaining too much to push away.)
"Okay!" she comes in - and plops herself down on the floor, just enough away from the twins that they won't feel crowded.
"Your parents wanted me to come look at some things," she says, glancing at them - and raising her eyebrow at Gleam.
Smile. "This'll be a bit easier if I slip into a more scholarly phase," she says, with that same good cheer. "If that's alright?" She's looking at the girls more than the parents.
She squints, suspicious. "Yeah." The she glances at her parents. "What's she gonna look at?" she asks them.
"Our concern," Elathea says, "is that there is a fundamental problem either with humans manipulating Essence or the Exaltations themselves."
" - But you're all Exalted." Her eyes are wide, a bit scared. "Will it hurt you guys?"
Luna's form shifts to one they haven't seen before, and she focuses intently - softly - on Layla. "The problem might," she says, frank. "It might be why your mothers have been so angry."
"Which is why I'm here to do diagnostics, so we can find the problem and start fixing it."
Elathea's words had just made her more nervous, more wound up - but Luna's frankness soothes her. "Okay," she says. Then: "Can I help?"
"A little... I've been studying artifacts and geomancy, but..." She doesn't look at her mom. "Mostly on my own so far."
Firm nod as she stands. "I need paper and brushes and ink," she tells her twin, without really thinking. "For taking notes."
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