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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.
She curls into her wife. Her shaking goes down, her emotions correcting themselves.
"I'm having very strong emotions when I touch Essence right now," she says, gently. "They're unpleasant, so Lady Luna has been gracious enough to - separate me a bit. I feel a bit sore, like I've been exercising all day, but it's not fully hurt, and it's not dangerous."
Hopefully.
She gets up to go pull Layla into a hug, then catches Micqui and Samira's gazes.
"I'd rather experience the worst pain imaginable every single day," she says, softly, "Than ever give a single one of you cause to fear me."
"Anger isn't an evil emotion - it just is - but. You've seen my anger lately."
"I don't feel that, right now."
She smiles, and strokes her daughter's hair, and settles onto the floor with the girls to try and get their nerves down a little.
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