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She had been holed away since the beach party. The thought of the approaching holidays brought her from her usual silence, and, though she had gotten Chris' missive, she was somewhat hesitant to draw forward the blizzard winds she knew she was capable of controlling.

Lugia, when she had asked his opinions, had voiced the same basic concerns. What if, for some reason, it lingered too long, or because of her increase of power, became too uncontrollable.

After achieving the status of Saint, she had a lot more concerns than she once did. Once of which was the stormy color which her hair had taken on. When she figured 'wind', this wasn't exactly what she had in mind.

Of course, she knew one rarely got a choice, as far as that went.

Shaking her head as she moved down the beach, she reached upward, unfastening her Master's cloak from where it rested around her shoulders. She was in her more typical kimono and hakama of recent days, a color hued like thunderheads.

Gone was the smiling face of summertime, and in its place was the almost steely woman that she had become. In some part of her mind, she blamed that on him. After all. It was his loss that had pushed her until she'd broken that barrier on herself.

Saying nothing, with Lugia watching her from the sea, wind started to rise around her as she pushed upward from the ground, her body lifting upward, the lower half of her enveloped in a funnel cloud that supported her as she rose upward.

Hands spread outward, and her entire body seemed to resonate, as soft pulses of wind spread outward from around her, the sky above taking on a darker hue. It had been.. quite some time since she had done anything. Not since the hurricane. And even that, she had come to regret.

As her arms stretched, and the sky darkened, she became almost changed, her figure glowing amidst the funnel of wind that had taken hold around her. From just inside, her face, a shadowed hint through the fierce wind, became almost visible, as the solid white of her eyes pierced through the dark blur around her.

The white of her eyes however, signified a change, and her head arched back, as the power of the element she controlled surged through her body, the wind going from the warm breeze, the clouds overhead blowing across the landscape in rapid succession, one of the fast-forwarded scenes always seen in movies, where everything seems to move, though one moment always stands still.

What happens, over the course of her calling, is the temperature seems to take a sharp plummet, the heat draining out of the air beneath the fierce breeze that blew across the island chain. What is unexpected however, is what comes next, when the wind goes from chill, to freezing, and large white clouds drift overhead, slowing, as the first fragile flake of snow falls from the skies to float gently to the earth.

The tornado-like wind around the woman suddenly fades, and she drops back to the ground, landing roughly on her knees, the white of her eyes taking time to fade, as she bends forward, finding purchase with both hands in the sand. It was done. Now, she just had to let nature take its course with the snowstorm. Any more pushing, and she might end burying the islands under far more snow than they can handle.