Too loud? Myre inwardly snorted. There wasn't any way to not be loud. Besides, back home, it was a good thing. The louder your magic, the more powerful you were. She'd take that as a compliment.
She wondered how Vader would fare if she were in her natural form. But she wasn't about to let that little cat out of the bag just yet. She could take him in a human form. Probably. He was better than she'd thought.
Myre didn't respond to the chastisement, but dropped to a crouch, placing her hand on the ground in preparation. She always had been best with the earth element, as far as Shamanic magic was concerned.