Prompt: 'in chaos'


What Dreams May Come

"Trisana, why haven't you cleaned the floorboards?"

Cousin Uraelle loomed above Tris, leering, with a mop and bucket… which became a swirling mass of water that Tris drew up steadily from her magic, a bloody sea with pirates' heads bobbing on the waves…

"No, don't touch him!" she cried, thrusting her magic forward to protect Aymery; it struck his falling body uselessly as he, too, sank into the muck, golden earring and all.

She woke with a gasp to her friends' voices. Sandry twined around her, almost smothering, and Daja braced her with the strength of blazing forges; but it was Briar's feeling of cool scent-laden gardens and the great calm of his shakkan, like and yet unlike the ocean's vastness, which finally lulled her to sleep.