IC: Midsummer Rising

[white_flowers]

Midsummer.

Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.

It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.

But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.

So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.

This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.

She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote's head raises again, and she spits out a mouthful of blood.

"I see you did not kill her yet." Her tone is dry. The flames are more under control, now. They do not scorch the grass again, but extend up and out in a shield.

[creator_raven]

"She is not done learning."

Raven's voice is harsh. It matches his expression.

"None of them are."

The heat haze lingers in the air around him, contained and fairly thrumming with pent-in energy.

[white_flowers]

Around them the column continues to whirl, the sound of the storm itself and of anything else beyond it muffled into silence.

Therefore, the soft choked gasp from the woman lying not far away is very, very clear as she stirs.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote spins around with a vicious snarl, fire behind her heating to yellow and white.

"Stay down, bitch."

[creator_raven]

Raven's attention does not leave the Dark.

"I do not think that will be a problem."

Beat.

"For the moment."

Something, perhaps, will have to give. And soon.

[white_flowers]

Something does.

The woman in white ignores Coyote's snarl, pushing herself up to her knees with frantic, desperate haste as she looks blindly into the whirling darkness of the sky above--

-- and then she stretches out a single helpless hand and cries out in anguish as the tall spinning column of the Dark arches suddenly backward, joining with the rest of itself as it flashes unerringly toward another target and an ancient enemy.

There is a sudden sense as of the world hanging in the balance, and then everything vanishes into white.