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Shrill voices penetrated the heat, drowning out the roaring of flames effortlessly. She reachedĀ out, aiming to scoop up a numberĀ of caterpillars from the grass as they fled, but they simply passed through her hands. It was futile. She remained there,Ā on her knees, head raised and watching the treetops dance their fiery dance. The entire forest... it was going to burn down to its roots. And nothing could be done. Among the trees, a woman could be sighted, and she wereĀ one that swept away the blazing temperature for but a second, sending a shiver rushing through Mashuās body. It was the same as Sheffield, she was there amidst a seaĀ of blistering reds and oranges.Ā āāGawain?ā
Hands rested limply between her knees. It was all the same. And just like everyĀ other time, there was nothing she could do. Nothing but watch and curse not having the power toĀ overturn disaster. But to watch the entire show,Ā or prematurely leave, let every fiber in her body writhe as if sheād walked from the true scene. A fist slammed against the grass, steering clearĀ of the fleeing insects, no matter the fact theyād be invulnerable to crushing. The movement at the edge of her vision, sheād put down to the echo of one in the moment, the darkness to the brightness of the blaze behind him. A sigh. āIs there really... nothing...?ā that she could do. Again? She didnāt care to finish asking, she was tired.















