*cannot but know that your thoughts are of her, when all of her thought is bearing down on you like a gale force wind*
*in the blink of an Ainu, plows up the last few yards/seconds/strands of distance (and every tree on the block twists in a sudden rage, brittle boughs snapping to, the last few evening birds fleeing before her)*
*digs half-formed fingers into the creature, the thing holding you pinned to the earth (oh, bleeding, oh, beloved), and rips her from your sight, flinging her away*
*and the Light fades and she is simply Melian, standing tall and terrible in her fury (you will not touch what is mine)*