⇋ Eliza Grey Harper⇌
When the street lights go on….
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…and the sun leaves the sky….
….I know its time to fight for my life again.
Eliza dropped to the ground and grabbed at her hair after the thing was gone and she growled.
"I hate these things!" She bellowed. She ignored Heather for a moment and turned on the creatures around them.
"Go. AWAY!!" She felt a surge of power and she clapped her hands hard and loud.
She smelled the scent of spices and fresh grass and then it turned into smoke and cold wind. The wind picked up hard and fast and lifted all of the creatures and tossed them away. Far away from them both. She looked around her dazed and confused. She had never done something like that before. She hed felt the wind on her finger tips. Doing what she had wanted. The spices filled her nostrils again and she was confused. Something was covering her in a warm blanket of protection. Sherose her hands and it squeezed them gently. Sweetly.
"That...is so freaking cool." She whispered and beamed up at Heather then.
"I'm sorry...I got a little mad..." She blushed slightly.
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