Running Down to the Riptide || Earthquake || Sophia and Aisa
Something was wrong.
Something... was off. Strange. The eldest Fate had sensed it all evening, had felt it in the nervous tapping of her fingers against her dress, her arm, her glass of punch. It had been poured by a speckled boy who's future was as fuzzy as the person she had just passed, their weak smile unable to really mask how uncomfortable they felt. She caught Sinclair's eyes for a second across the room, then smiled slightly. If the Officer was paying close attention as she was, everything would work out fine.
Or so said the human part of her brain. The more realistic -or possibly just more cynical- half of her stated that an army of people who were as detail-riented and protective as they might not make a difference. They were human. Breakable.
Not even her sisters could help if something horrible happened. And something horrible would happen. It was the only explanation for all of this infuriating fuzziness.
Five minutes passed. Ten. And then the most terrifying thing that Aisa had ever seen was suddenly glaring at her through every future she searched, even her own:
Nothing. Every future was blank, as if someone had hit the reset button on the intentions of over two hundred people. And then... everything started to shake. She saw it whether her eyes were closed or open, all around her. She whirled about, staring at each of the party goers around her, her heart screaming at their calm faces. Something was happening. Something horrible. How could they look so calm?
Oh gods. The world wasn't shaking. Not yet. Aisa was near the exit, and the Fate ran towards the door, searching for some sort of fire alarm that she could pull. Perhaps if she caught it in time, the building would evacuate. Lives could be saved.
But as she sprinted, she nearly screamed out loud at the image of a stone archway falling and crushing her. It took her exactly one second to piece that snippet of the future together with her surroundings, and to realize that it was not her that would be crushed. There was a young woman in a seafoam-hued gown standing near the precarious arch.
Aisa reached her right as the earthquake began, but not soon enough to come up with a plan. She gritted her teeth as she made eye contact with the girl who probably hadn't even registered the shaking yet, and shoved her so violently that they both fell.
It took two seconds for the pillar to fall exactly where they had been.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped to the stranger.