[private] I got hope in tomorrow and regret in yesterday, Sarah pony

[Alanis]

When his eyes connect with hers and lightning flashes in bright bursts across his body, the small step backwards that she takes is completely unconscious. Those nerves return to control her actions, as willfully as she was pretending they did not exist. The humour that had been shining in her eyes evaporates, and she would not be proud of how the emotion that replaces it is something very close to fear. She is not afraid of storms (normally) but in her mind there’s a buzzing, half-thought about how dangerous a storm-made-hose could be. And then when he speaks, all of that disappears like the stream of water into the pool. Alanis feels foolish for her instinctual reaction when nothing else threatening occurs - just a rueful smile, some curious words, and a name. Tumult. She hopes that his introduction means she had not offended him enough that this conversation would end in the next few seconds. As though it will erase the fact that she had stepped backwards, she does not move forward to reclaim the space. Just stands where she is and looks across the pond with a softer version of the bright smile she had interrupted him with. “Alanis.” She offers first, and then as her eyes drift to the pool of water she adds in a musing tone. “It’s still impressive, you know. Even being able to do that much. Have you always been able to move water?”

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@Tumult