The Winds of Change
Wind
Grey, Lilcy, Light Blue, Lightning bolt, Leaf, Eye
The fox curled up against its new mistress. He was outside at last, not just outside but in a well maintained backyard, with grass and everything. His eyes opened, looking up at the tree before looking down at the girl. "Forest Nymph." The fox spoke with the same soft voice that Wind usually did. His tone carried a sort of awe as he looked into her eyes with his small fox eyes. It was amazing that she had survived this long. He turned his head, looking up at the beaten down house. Of course, the girl would have no idea how to fix up a human made thing. His teeth showed in a gesture akin to a grin. He couldn't do it completely right now but maybe just straightening the outside would make her smile. Wind wiggled cutely out of her arms and over to the house. He wouldn't be able to shift so he laid his muzzle softly against the base of the house.
Closing his eyes, Wind sensed the house and all that it use to be. He could see in his mind how the house had once stood, graceful with a subtle beauty. He focused on the outside of the house, letting his powers flow into it. The outside of the house began to rise. The beams in the walls straightening, the floors inside doing the same. The paint began to reform, gaining color and reappearing where it had been worn away. Within a few minutes the house looked like it would have the day it was built. The inside hadn't been fixed other then the floors and walls. Wind would need to do the same to fix their paint and floorings but for now, he was at his limit. He collasped to the ground, not a far drop since he was a small fox, and lay there breathing quietly, to tired to even walk back to his mistress. He hoped she was smiling, and closed his eyes, hoping she would come pick him up and take him back to the tree.