Brisa shook her head, unable to speak for a few moments. “I-I’m not sure. I didn’t really see everything, but a Pure member was hurting Connor. Then the ground opened up, swallowed both of them and Sherri, and closed again. I almost fell in too. Bleddyn was standing right there and saw everything happen, and she thinks she did it.” She finally said numbly. I don’t know what to think. I thought Bleddyn didn’t even have any powers.”
"Yeah, but doesn't Ash have elemental abilities of some kind?" Indigo asked. "Was she ever tested for it? It's a very rare ability, but I think she passed it on."
"I just wish we knew someone who could hear for voices... check for signs of life..." she said, slightly rapping her knuckles on the strangely lumpy ground.
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Sherri crept up to the light. It was one of the pixies. The girl was clutching a golden orb, focusing on it's swirling, translucent form as if it could disappear at any moment.
Sherri sat there for a while, on her haunches. She wanted to ask what it was, but she didn't want to break the pixie's concentration. It somehow seemed important that the pixie stared ceaselessly into the ball of light, as if the whole world depended on it.
The air seemed less stuffy here, more free.
The girl's delicate lips moved, but her golden eyes did not stray from the hypnotic swirls. "It puts oxygen into the air," she explained. Her voice, though clear, made her sound like she was at least fourteen, abolishing the creepy singing girl vibe Sherri was getting from her. This honestly relieved her a bit, because she really didn't want to share her oxygen with a creepy singing girl.
"At least until Liam comes..." the girl finished, making Sherri wonder whether she had missed something the pixie had said.
Who was this Liam? The pixie seemed certain he would come save them.
Sherri was suddenly mortified to see a dark, masked woman beside her, and jumped. But she saw that the woman's eyes were as fixated as the pixie's, as if seeing their savior made it easier to breathe.
'Come here,' Sherri said, walking over to Connor and flagging her tail, before realising the pixie would not understand her in cat form.
But the pixie followed anyways, cradling the ball of light like it was an infant.
She probably doesn't want to be in a den of monsters alone.
Sherri stopped at Connor's side. He was no longer breathing.
The pixie already had her hands all over him, checking for vital signs.
"Can you help him?" She asked.
"I don't think I can save him..." the pixie said, "but I can keep him breathing...
She pressed a white palm over his nose, her other hand holding the orb, it's light faltering.
More of the golden light went through her slender fingers into the dark wolf's nose. Sherri held her breath. The wolf's chest rose and fell peacefully.