“Hmph,” Everil said with a nod to her acquaintance comment. It wouldn’t be such a terrible thing, since she had already run into her only true… interpersonal mistake. Everyone else would really only be interesting. Hiding a sigh, she reached for her drink, her hand trembling slightly as it closed on the glass. She frowned.
“I’m not entirely sure,” she said, sipping at her drink. Her other hand she hid on her lap which was now visibly shaking. More strength might help, she thought as she carefully opened a channel to the candle once again, drawing more into her stores. Almost instantly, she felt the difference, and it terrified her. The glass in her hand began to shake and she quickly set it done, cutting off the power draw at the same time. Both of her hands came up to grip the edge of the table, but she could barely make them grip it at all. She felt the power rising in her and it had never been something she could control. In one fell swoop, with all of her stores, she Saw.
“Everil! Everil!” Aerin was crying, stumbling off her horse and into her sister’s waiting arms. Aerin was only twelve to Everil’s ten. Her hair was disheveled, there were dark circles under her red eyes and she was shaking. “It’s awful, awful, awful,” she continued to sob. Their uncle appeared from around the corner of the street, taking in the sight of both girls, he froze. Aerin’s legs gave out and the pair sank to the ground, Everil still shocked and not understanding the full impact of Aerin’s appearance. Looking up into her uncle’s face, his resigned and sad expression terrified her far more than her distraught sister.
She came to herself, her nails biting fiercely into the table where she was now able to actually grip it. The weakness was gone, but the horror of what she had seen still gripping her, definitely showing in her face. Why? Why that? Why the past? she thought, so wrapped in it now, that she hadn’t realized the weakness was gone and she had so lost control of her facial expression.