[Their last experience in one of these storms was a little more whimsical. She can remember being so afraid, but she had fun too. This time, she only feels fear. It's really coming down and they're completely exposed. So when he shouts out to her, she grabs at whatever mental straws she can to save them.
Her eyes close and she tries to focus, even with gravel and wind hitting her in the face. They share such a close bond that it's like they can share thoughts, and she knows for a fact she was able to talk with Rigo in her head back in that place the Ender brought them to. She can sense teh Ender, even here. But she's not going to pull them to him. Not unless there's no other choice.
As the storm swarms over them, she can feel so much power and darkness. It nearly consumes her thoughts. In a desperate attempt to focus she presses her hand to his temple and tries to create some sort of mental bond. It doesn't work, not how she wants it to. But she's able to pick up on something that's him without being directly him. It could be Alex or his mother maybe, but as large hail starts falling and lightning strikes the ground around them, she doesn't care.
They need to get out of here. Now.
Whoever that essence of Johnnie belongs to, she grasps hold of it and tugs hard. Her free hand lets go of him and claws at the sky until a sharp tear in reality forms. She had to drag her hand down, fingernails creating jagged marks that further open a lifeline to somewhere else.
Johnnie drives through it right as it starts to close, and she ducks her head to press her face against his back and hang on tight. Wherever they're going, it feels like the storm is trying to follow them through.]
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Her eyes close and she tries to focus, even with gravel and wind hitting her in the face. They share such a close bond that it's like they can share thoughts, and she knows for a fact she was able to talk with Rigo in her head back in that place the Ender brought them to. She can sense teh Ender, even here. But she's not going to pull them to him. Not unless there's no other choice.
As the storm swarms over them, she can feel so much power and darkness. It nearly consumes her thoughts. In a desperate attempt to focus she presses her hand to his temple and tries to create some sort of mental bond. It doesn't work, not how she wants it to. But she's able to pick up on something that's him without being directly him. It could be Alex or his mother maybe, but as large hail starts falling and lightning strikes the ground around them, she doesn't care.
They need to get out of here. Now.
Whoever that essence of Johnnie belongs to, she grasps hold of it and tugs hard. Her free hand lets go of him and claws at the sky until a sharp tear in reality forms. She had to drag her hand down, fingernails creating jagged marks that further open a lifeline to somewhere else.
Johnnie drives through it right as it starts to close, and she ducks her head to press her face against his back and hang on tight. Wherever they're going, it feels like the storm is trying to follow them through.]