It was collecting. The adrenaline made blood rush through her limbs, the anger in her making her head throb as she felt the magic swell in her chest. It was warm, inviting as it settled into her limbs becoming a new appendage for her to bend and fold, an extension to use as it started to fill her. It was heady, the sensation of it all, nearly drunk from the feeling of...empowerment. How long had she felt small, helpless and lost? Too long. This felt right, but it called to her, filling to the brim that she felt. drowned in it.
'Let go' it was the faintest echo, the struggle to release the aether that suffocated her mind and body challenging, she didnt want to. She did, but she didnt. The high of feeling powerful, the need to keep it...sweat dotted her brow as that energy crackled. It felt like hours, but seconds passed as she fought to push it from her, to scrap the aether that clung to her like a second skin off and focus it on the vines menance.
The silence that followed was eeiry, nothing moved, nothing seemed to breath as the Morbol was gone...only to hear the raining of stink and gunk fall back to the ground. A crater in its place as her legs gave out and the dirt moved up to greet her face.
Drained.
Yet, even in the soil, boneless and aether drained...she -smiled-.