Indigo nodded and stumbled into a crowd of frightened people escaping the fire. She stood on a small boulder.
Perhaps extra height will make me more noticeable.
Indigo tossed her head, the long, dark curls that were drooping into her eyes fell into their rightful places.
"Everyone... Look at me..." Her commanding voice rang out in the din of fear.
Timidous faces turned, eager to find a brave one among them. Indigo was careful to erase all traces of doubt from her beguiling countenance.
"I know you're all scared, but I know you feel powerless with no way to help. " There was quiet. If the people before her could find the courage to speak, Indigo was sure she'd hear the fearless cry of "Amen."
However, no one had the courage to utter more than the hushed whisper muttered between them, spreading like ink through water.
And who is she to say that? How can she help us? What can she say to change things? What does she want from us?
And...
What can we do to help?
Indigo raised her hands, though she could not silence a shout, for there was none that she had the power to silence. Not in this group, only in the wall of fire from which screams came. Perhaps it was to silence the whispers or the fire and screaming echoing in her mind.
"In order to help, we need some volunteers," Indigo continued. "Do any of you happen to be waterbenders? Or have the ability to curb fire?"