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‟Tara? Tara!” Ronin called, chest tight as he rushed for the half-sheltered spot where Tara wept, collapsed on her knees and bowed forwards, face hidden; the shuddering and cracking of the forest around them as trees were felled by the winds and the flames the lightning had begun made him feel ill, he couldn't imagine-
Tara lifted her head an instant before his fingers could make contact with her shoulder, climbing to her feet - she swayed in the gale but no more, steady as the earth below their feet - and raised her hands. The trees moved with her, twisting and stretching taller, splintered wood overtaken by new growth, roots thickening and plunging deep, standing strong against the storm, and Ronin shivered, not frightened but . . . humbled.
