it was the first time she had ever felt such power

impression

it was the first time she had ever felt such *power*.

~Pandemona, I call you.~

the empyrean fell, shattered throughout her mind in a myriad of blue and grey, wind-swept rages that screeched with the swift and deadly call of the jungle cats. pain was jagged and friable in her body, but the wind; it was argent in her veins -- no longer splayed with blood, but instead with the four winds -- tempests churning in her soul like an oncoming squall.

~Pandemona!~

the feeling was bashful, yet confident, teeming with unseen puissance and hot like volatile stars. her mind shuddered beneath boisterous zephyr-fingers, spread apart and left gaping as the guardian force elected a place to occupy. she could feel it, sweet and aching like ancient scars, as memories began to rustle and vanish, buried below resplendent arcs of insubstantial darklings.

~Pandemona, come, come.~

her fingertips tingled with wicked glee, breezes pouring from her hands like tears. around and around, never ceasing, benedictions saccharine and tepid as hyne breathed life into this new form. for a moment, ecstasy shrouded her half-vision, replacing it with recollections of long-ago faces and moments, before each was banished to forgetful abyss.

comets screamed white-hot trails across her soul, leaving an indomitable strength in its wake. she, Pandemona, spread over her in a wash of wind-kindled power: might, confidence, endurance, velocity –

then, was gone as fast as she came, settled comfortably within her memories. all she could sense was an infinite *swish* of primitive winds, somewhere in the rear of her mind, scattering and singing praises throughout her air-slicked nerves.

and, quiet and calmed, the vast impression of power.