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?"

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[tooktheblack]

Jon had been here before when the lightning had struck and it'd struck his own sister, Sansa, so he was cautious about going out in the storms now. Still, he knew others might not be so cautious - especially those who hadn't been here before - and he was not wrong about that.

Standing in a ring of blue lilies was Circe and before he could tell her to move, the lightning struck and brought her down to the ground. He knelt beside her, fingers lightly touching her face.

"Wake up, wake up. The lightning's struck you."

[pharmakis]

She wanted to ask for a mirror but was afraid of what she'd see. She wasn't ash or char. She wasn't burnt into an ember by her father. It was only lightning. Her limbs ached from the burns and she could feel her heart beating irregularly. Still, it was beating. she wasn't dead.

Her eyes opened, glancing around frantically before settling on Jon. "He isn't here." She murmured. "The gods aren't supposed to be here." Unless the Observers somehow acquired their powers? No, there was nothing magical about this place.

"I think I am all right." She managed, pulling herself together. "How did this happen?"

[tooktheblack]

"There's a storm," Jon said, still frowning deep with concern for her. No one should be struck by lightning and live and yet, she had. The last time this happened someone had died and he'd feel better getting her inside.

"Come, let me take you home. You need to rest and recover. This happened to my sister once and she was ill for the better part of a moon."

[pharmakis]

Her chest felt so tight and the ground spun beneath her. Despite wanting to remain strong, she held firm to Jon to help her back towards her house. Steps would be difficult on her own and climbing up to her room seemed a near impossible feat. "I'm not badly burned?" The idea of it frightened her, being turned near to char again as her father had done. She looked down at her arms, seeing signs of redness, but they were indistinguishable to her hazy vision.

"Was it the storm of the Observers?" Or gods, but there had been no other signs of them before.

[tooktheblack]

"Observers, I think," Jon said. It was difficult to know here in this place where it seemed that a man could be stricken down for nearly anything but this didn't seem natural. This seemed planned, somehow, and while Circe might not have been intentionally targeted, she'd experienced the wrath of those who held them here.

"I don't think any of our gods hold sway in this place. Lean on me, if you must?"