Angela Robertson; surprised as you are that I'm here. :P
Will blushed scarlet at his comment; probably more at the fact that he didn't seem to be joking, than anything else, and shrugged Drake away from his grip on her arms. Cornelia found herself staring at the girl, and feeling more than simply shock and surprise. Will had done it. Not her. Cornelia had heard the little redhead shout, and Cornelia didn't doubt that Will had put in little effort to do so - considering her surprise and lack of surety that she had in fact, created a mountain. "Lórdon kai oi Theoí.."
"Seriously; I mean.. Hot." Cornelia didn't bother to hide a trembling lower lip - no one was looking at her anyway - and felt a sting to her eyes as she realized that she had nothing now. Will had been the leader, but she was always strongest, and now there was no competition.. Will could outrun her, at any stretch, and she knew it might be silly, but there was nothing that upset her more.[0]
And Cornelia could only stare at Will, who seemed embarrassed by what she'd done; shrinking into herself and withdrawing, because that was just.. Will. There wasn't even anything to be mad at, because at least Cornelia could hate her if she showed off.. If Will was more like Cornelia.. And Cornelia only smiled - and hoped that it was convincing - when Will's eyes inevitably roamed over to her own; searching for approval. How incredibly Will. "It's really.. Incredible, Will. It's brilliant.."
Brilliant.
...
"Brilliant.." Caleb stared above him; the tip of this magnitude almost reaching into the sky itself and disappearing between the clouds.. And Caleb's mind seemed to be attempting several trains of thought at once; whilst the system of his mind worked incredibly slowly, and he didn't even know how he'd managed to utter the few words he'd managed; never mind those that he'd intend to tell her as soon as he remembered how to function.
Because this wasn't what the books had beat this bush around.. This - Caleb was sure - wasn't meant to be; wasn't meant to exist. This mountain. This power. This pure insanity that ran through his entire body and being, and Caleb struggled to breathe...
She wouldn't need him anymore; she wouldn't need his protection, but Caleb could only think that it meant that she was safer. And he couldn't recall, walking or striding or running or lunging for her, but he'd picked her up; a hand on either shoulder, and he grinned as dazed, confused and worrying red-hazelnuts stared at him; waiting for yelling, he presumed, because she looked like she thought he was going to shake her, and he probably looked like he would - holding her a good few inches above the ground before he put her down again. "Ómorfi."
Lórdon kai oi Theoí - Lords and Gods.. (effectively Caleb is saying 'oh my God')
Ómorfi. - Beautiful.
[0] I do hope Cornelia gets some sympathy here - The boy she fancies; the position of leader; having the most power: all these things have been taken from her, despite the fact that (as far as she knows) she's been trying really hard to be mature about this. Also note the lack of her feelings of 'aesthetic importance' - she doesn't even think about the fact that she's prettier than Will as being an achievement at this moment.