The Wrath of Zeus

[pharmakis]

WHO: Circe
WHERE: Near the Mill
WHEN: 7/10
OPEN TO: Jon Snow, OTA
WARNINGS: Lightning strike

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Closed to Jon Snow:

The singing of the plants had returned. While she wasn't able to cast, she could hear and influence her garden as she used to on Aiaia. Despite the warning of the storms, she ventured outside daily. The upgrowth of the blue lilies and the ringing of electricity fascinated her. They had been gathering around the edges of her land, sprouting where lightning hit, so similar to the stories her uncles told about the battle between gods and Titans. Where their blood had spilled, flowers followed.

She could remember reflecting on this before the air tingled around her. Her hair stood on edge and then everything was dark. When she came to, Jon Snow was standing over her. There was a familiar ache, a burning that she hadn't felt since her father's anger. Oh gods! Was she turning to char again? She touched her face, feeling for scars or burn. "What happened?"

OTA (Circe's House):

Mortality was a frail, fragile thing. When her father had let his heat nearly burn her to ashes, all it had taken was a simple salve and a few words of power for her brother to heal her completely. Now, she was reduced to lying in bed and waiting for her body to recover. Every small movement ached and her heart thrummed heavily in her chest. It was still beating. It was a consolation in the face of everything else.

Despite orders to stay in place, she often wandered outside to her garden, casting an eye to the sky. The storm was still fierce, Zeus was raging in the clouds. It wasn't difficult to determine where she was when lightning had hit her, a patch of blue lilies now growing over the charred earth. "Does my blood give them magic now?"