ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | @ofthewhirlwind
Petra had left behind the hustle and bustle of the busier parts of Paragon to attempt to find some solitude. There was a lot on her mind and she hadn’t had much quite to just think about it, let alone process then feel. Her past couple months back awake and fully alive had been a whirlwind, in and out of hospital for tests and the shock at not knowing what was going on in the world anymore.
Pent-up feelings had generally been the fuel for her power and as her mind raced through all that had happened in her life the ground started shaking, pebbles bouncing til with a shout of extreme frustration a pillar of earth came erupting up out of the ground in front of her,, a twisted pillar that reflected it’s creators internal feelings exactly.
It was only after this she realized she was not as alone as she had initially thought and turned to see an older woman, who was probably really not as much older than herself as would be perceived. “ Sorry, I’ll fix it, ” she said quietly, not really wishing to be admitted into a psych ward or a prison cell for disturbing the peace or some shit like that.
