InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Wind friction."

Dragons were almost comforting.

It wasn't that Hope wanted to have the air filled with the fire-breathing creatures or especially that she wanted others to be in danger or anything. She definitely didn't, but it was something familiar in a sea of what the hell. It had only been a few days since her own arrival in Cardiff when the dragons had shown up in the skies above them. She'd told herself she should stay out of it. That she'd been actively trying to not give herself up for who and what she really was. She'd been playing human, but she wasn't. Not by a long shot, and so far she'd managed to stay under the radar. But she also couldn't just let innocent people get hurt.

She'd had to step out to get some things - namely blood if she wanted to keep living. Or unliving, whatever you called it. That was another secret she'd shared with very few, but she'd managed to find out where she could find a decent supply without too much trouble. And without hurting others. No Salvatore School blood supply to dip into here. Hope was truly on her own for the first time in her life.

On her way back to her apartment, one of the dragons swooped down suddenly, breathing fire at her and some nearby pedestrians who were stupid enough to be milling around. Or maybe, like Hope, they'd had errands that couldn't wait. Whatever the case might be, Hope reacted out of instinct more than anything else. Fire couldn't kill her but the burns sure as hell would hurt and those around her weren't nearly as durable as she was.

"Aquamalia." Hope used a spell she knew very well to pull moisture in the air and summon up a stream of water, using the accompanying movement of her hands to direct it toward the fire that was coming their way. It was a big risk, doing magic in the open, but she couldn't just let these people get hurt. Or worse.