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Shrill voices penetrated the heat, drowning out the roaring of flames effortlessly. She reached out, aiming to scoop up a number of caterpillars from the grass as they fled, but they simply passed through her hands. It was futile. She remained there, on her knees, head raised and watching the treetops dance their fiery dance. The entire forest... it was going to burn down to its roots. And nothing could be done. Among the trees, a woman could be sighted, and she were one that swept away the blazing temperature for but a second, sending a shiver rushing through Mashu’s body. It was the same as Sheffield, she was there amidst a sea of blistering reds and oranges. “—Gawain?”
Hands rested limply between her knees. It was all the same. And just like every other time, there was nothing she could do. Nothing but watch and curse not having the power to overturn disaster. But to watch the entire show, or prematurely leave, let every fiber in her body writhe as if she’d walked from the true scene. A fist slammed against the grass, steering clear of the fleeing insects, no matter the fact they’d be invulnerable to crushing. The movement at the edge of her vision, she’d put down to the echo of one in the moment, the darkness to the brightness of the blaze behind him. A sigh. “Is there really... nothing...?” that she could do. Again? She didn’t care to finish asking, she was tired.






