12-24-2015, 10:19 PM
Still holding onto her stuffed octopus like a total goofball, Jade took a moment to look around at all of the wonderful new people she had met within the past twenty minutes or so, Karkat and Becquerel excluded. Not that they weren’t important as well— it was just that she didn’t see a reason to actively scope out those who she was already super familiar with.
Her prominent buckteeth nudged out as she worried at her bottom lip, looking somewhat anxiously at the young, grey-skinned girl who was with Bec. The wolfdog, Jade felt, was looking back at her with an enigmatic and wholly unfazed expression indecipherable to most. On the other hand, unlike most of those in her current party, Jade had spent an awfully long time with nothing but the old devilbeast for company, and so she was able to easily determine the subtle fluctuations and decays in his mood.
At the moment, Becquerel was amiable. Amiable towards his surroundings, Valerie, Weiss, Ruby, the draconic paladin, Rebecca, and even Karkat. His nose gave faint twitches every now and again, large fluffy ears batting about whenever some small buzzing insect whizzed past, and his maw was utterly lacking in nervous, slobber-dribbling pants.
Yet, as her green eyes grew more watchful and her curved nose downturned and attentive, Jade saw other, less noticeable things— the stiffness of his spine hidden under his usual lazy posture, the occasional keen that arose in a pale mockery of breathing, and many other tics that rustled through his snowy white fur in bursts of green static.
So much for not paying more attention to those already known to her, huh?
He’s scared, Jade realized, though she could not determine what he was so fearful of. Henceforth unnameable uncertainties arose in her chest. Such many-thorned emotions as trepidation, confusion, sorrow, and a faint sprig of resentment wrapped viciously about her ribcage in poisonous violet and sly green vines, coiling at the pit of her stomach and crystallizing the awkward lump in her throat into shards of something vile.
An odd, woozy feeling arose in her mind and body, her heartbeat unsteady and something like a migraine pressing against her temples with cold, detached efficiency. She didn’t understand why she felt this way— there was nothing that should have been especially worrying about her canine companion being so upset. Still, Jade knows better.
Becquerel was one of the most powerful creatures ever to exist, at least in her universe. Jade knew this well, for her time as a ghostly, all-knowing sprite had been pressurized with near-constant tears instigated by the blinding green flame which ran cripplingly aground upon her brain matter, all courtesy of her prototyping with the mysterious white devilbeast.
In truth, the real problem was that Jade had never seen Bec so upset by something before. Worst of all, she had a sneaking suspicion that it had less to do with the gleaming, glassy prims suspended in the air a few feet away but rather with whomever they were associated with.
Eager for a psychosomatic reprieve from her own churning thoughts, Jade’s gaze alighted upon Weiss and the red-scaled dragon. Their conversation, or at least the sifting snippets that she gleaned from it, was short as far as she could tell, and from whatever was said she learned that the dragon was named Axorn. The young Witch imagined that this was a mighty fine name for a dragon, strong and unique, and she directed a smile as fleeting and divinely vibrant as a shooting star their way.
She faltered in looking towards Karkat and Valerie, because while she knew somewhere in the more attainable portion of her mind that Karkat had a good heart, that he never would harm anyone without due cause, the glare that he had leveled the plant mage with was fearsome indeed. The cherry-blooded troll was also still exhibiting a miraculous aptitude for slouching, his arms crossed over his chest as unwelcoming as any barricade and his wild dark hair and nubby little horns acting as the spiked battlements.
To be perfectly honest, which she nearly always was, Jade still wasn’t quite sure of what to make of Karkat. Heck, everyone on her memo seemed to react just as poorly to his abrasive and stormy nature as she had when he first decided to troll her. Somehow her attitude towards him has changed a great deal over the past few years, and Jade’s fairly certain that it has something significant to do with her just becoming a little bit more grown up. It’s nice, in a sort of roundabout way, because while she still enjoys arguing with him every now and then, it’s all in good fun.
Still, the Witch of Space frowned at the back of his scruffy head, her eyes flickering up to look at Valerie for a split second. Their eyes met and her scowling aspect completely changed, metamorphosing into a gentle smile that settled sympathetically over her dainty features when she nodded her hooded head forwards encouragingly.
It’s alright, she mouthed to him, and to look into her face was to look into a night sky where her curling hair made up the starry blackness and her lips the glimmering light of a sun long dead. I’ll be over there in just a second. Hang tight!
The verdant mage’s lips turned downwards a tad, because he was unfortunately not exactly fluent in reading lips and the whole starry void thing sort of threw him for a loop. What he read in the movement of her lips was, plain as day, It’s alright! That angry little shouty troll is totally about to stab you. Have fun!
What? He mouthed back, mouth obviously shaping around the rounded word. The cherry-blooded troll standing before him somehow managed to scowl even more dourly than before, his disheveled hair seeming like the poufy fur of a startled kitten as he looked distrustfully between the two.
His yellow eyes narrowed into perfect slits, his suspicion even apparent in the rumpled state of his clothing. “Are you two talking about me? Right now? Seriously?”
Jade blanched, a nervous smile tugging hurriedly at her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. “No way, Karkat! Haha, I was totally just talking to Nealaphh’s friends— or, uh, accomplices! Right, guys?” She turned hopefully towards the two floating prisms, trying to convey with a grand waggling of her eyebrows and scrunches of her nose alone just what kind of trick they had to pull.
“No. Now, about that object you would have us deliver…?”
“No can do, witchy-girl. Where’s the goods?”
Jade’s shoulders slumped, a long, drawn out sigh slipping past her lips. She rolled her eyes at the geometric entities, a thoroughly fed up look clouding over her usually soft features.
They didn’t react much, split glows of red and blue waiting for whatever else she might have to say. Or, perhaps more plausibly, whatever silly human gestures of exasperation she might fling at them next— whichever came first, really.
A random passerby behind them swerved quite obviously around the odd collection of Primes and Secondaries, a funny expression stealing over their countenance. Jade frowned at them, too, and they hurriedly scuttled away like a crab across sandy dunes when the tide comes rushing in.
With a warm hmph and a toss of her hair, Jade crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what? I don’t think I want to let you see the gift anymore.” She huffed, then, and looked pointedly in another direction with her chin held high.
Of course, this was totally unacceptable for the two Aspects. While they were as pragmatic and careful as can be when it came to addressing potential allies of their master, their curiosity over the matter had already been piqued. The gift would have to be assessed, whether they actually obtained it or had to wait until later notwithstanding.
“What? You just offered to let us take it off your hands.”
“Come on, Harley-Davidson, don’t leave us hanging!”
Her eyes opened a fraction, slivers of verdant green peering through. With a sniff, she quipped, “No.”
“Now you are just being unreasonable.”
“Awwh, come on! Show us the thing!”
At this juncture, even Becquerel was beginning to grow curious. He made a grand show of yawning with all of his perfectly sharp teeth on display, and then leaned back into the dirt so that he could observe from an infinitely lazier angle. Rebecca, undaunted by this change, simply used the wolfdog’s shoulder as a pillow, one of her arms narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath the canine’s weight. Bec’s tail whacked noisily against the ground once, twice— three times.
Jade relented in her icy demeanor, but pouted spectacularly about it nonetheless. She cupped her hands together, a few measly sparks of color slowly coalescing between them into something with form, expertly well-defined in a shroud of cool frost. As the amphibian— for that is what Jade intended to summon, definite design or no— began to take shape in the palms of her hands, the dog-eared girl’s brow furrowed in deep confusion.
The frog had all the eerie attributes of some sort of subterranean creature, but it seemed more fit for blindly crawling between the spaces between the stars than through the darkness and muck of a dank cave floor. Its skin was smooth, yet many-angled— it was highly difficult for Jade to determine exactly what the frog was like, precisely. It was grey as moon dust, and much of its cavernous face was concealed, or perhaps through those cold trappings of frost there was no face to be found at all.
The limbs of the frog were long and spectral, its toes swollen and curled. It would have been best not to describe its tongues, Jade decided, or its many eyes, or much of anything else really. A veil-like susurrus of periwinkle was visible somewhere about its head. Jade supposed that its croak would no doubt be unfathomable. As she turned it over in her hands, lips pursed, she had the keen presence of mind to think that maybe this frog should never have been.
She also suspected that maybe it wasn’t, in truth, a frog, but something far different. Something filled with so many contradictions and mountainous suppositions so as to be worlds apart. Maybe even entire universes apart.
“Huh,” Jade murmured, observing as misted shadows swirled like ink beneath the surface of the ice as she turned her amphibious creation every which way. The ice was cold, but no amount of frigid temperatures had ever made her want to shrink away from anything as that frog’s appearance had. “That’s weird! This doesn’t look like a frog at all. More like the antithesis of a frog, in fact!”
An eddy of gentle colddamp brushed against the back of her mind, tendrils of darkness sliding and coiling in precipitous, steep folds. The Witch, with the intensity of dozens of stars burning in her veins, felt the sticky, slithering trickle of Void at the back of her throat for a single terrifying instant. Breathing air felt….
…. It felt unnatural. Like she didn’t have to look at these people wandering past and feel something, something warm, something affectionate, something human in her soul or within her usually serene consciousness. She could separate herself from this. Become something more.
Her fingers grazed over the icy frost covering the frog’s limbs, her green eyes staring searchingly beneath the frosted-over surface. They are dry and sore, as if hundreds of microscopic granules of grit are prickling at them. Her mouth pinched into a thin line.
Jade had been about to address this marvelous oddity of a frog for the benefit of those gathered around the carnival stand when an unassuming, harmoniously pleasant ding alerted her to yet another new notification on her Spectagoggles. A full purse to her lips and a curious tilt throwing her entire focus off balance, Jade let the frost-encased frog fall loose into the waiting telekinetic grasp of the Aspects.
Fear embroidered with intense worry laced through her chest as she began to view the Colosseum stream once more. There was the same fearsome magic user from before, the one who had slain Adam what seemed to have been hardly half an hour ago, standing over yet another one of her friends with their life balanced in his hands. Then, there was smokeySkull, bleeding out upon the dusty ground as if she had nothing left to look forward to but a swift death.
This, Jade supposed, watching the grainy smile that formed on the downed woman’s lips, wasn’t far from the truth. She soon closed out of the program as the monk tugged the spiked bandit to her feet, not having the stomach to wait and see what would have happened next, swift rebirth or not.
The dark-haired girl raked her trembling fingers over her scalp, the sorrowful expression taking up much of her face seeming worn threadbare after manifesting so many times within the past handful of months.
First, it had been John and Davesprite. Then Adam. Now, even her friend with no name was down for the count.
Actually, if she was being truthful with herself, the first casualty in her line of stupidity had been everyone and everything that had lived on her old Earth. Whether they were as fictional as Bandit claimed they were or not, it was still a heavy weight to bear for such a young girl. Her grandfather, too, who had been mistakenly killed by a “god” with bull horns, had likewise bit the dust because of her.
And here she was, a newly instated god-child thrust into a land of many, many gods both merciful and cruel, immortality forgotten by all but those who lacked it. Jade was filled with an overwhelming sense of regret, although for what she could not say. Death seemed to follow her everywhere, from the glittering golden halls of Prospit to the icy dredges of her treasured planet. Everything was her fault.
In a blaze of sizzling green galaxies, Bec zapped over so it could sit at her side, pulling Rebecca along with him for the ride. He licked Jade’s hand reassuringly, and the girl patted the top of his head absentmindedly.
“Good boy,” she said.
It took all of three seconds for her to realize that Becquerel just teleported. A slow blink toiled its way across her face, as if all of her facial features were working together to make the action possible. Then, her dark locks flipping into the air in a sudden, fluid movement, Jade whipped around to face the wolfdog.
”You just teleported!” she blurted out, flustered, as if the all-knowing First Guardian didn’t already know that.
Becquerel snuffled back, and then prodded at Rebecca’s cheek with his nose, leaving a stripe of wetness there. The Little Sister laughed, a strangely musical sound that was akin to a warbling songbird caught within the confines of a twisted cage.
Jade’s skin was still crawling with an oozing, liquid sense of foreboding, but she excitedly clapped her hands to her cheeks once she realized what this all meant. She paused, looking expectantly down at her sparkly, glistening red slippers, the stripes of her socks cutting a whimsical shape beneath the whorled curve of her starlit dress. Her brow furrowed deeply, an unspoken command eager to slip past her lips.
After a moment of intense concentration, Jade’s feet began to lift slowly, gently off of the dusty ground, and she lightly kicked her feet at the air as they levitated off of the dirt.
“Yes!” Jade exclaimed, high-pitched laughter bubbling in her chest and long strands of her curly hair frizzing into sizzling sparks of green electricity. “This is soooooo excellent!”
But what did it all mean? Why was she just now starting to regain her powers? Had she done something new to cause this? These were all questions to ponder for another time, because in that moment Jade was quite literally walking on air!
Her prominent buckteeth nudged out as she worried at her bottom lip, looking somewhat anxiously at the young, grey-skinned girl who was with Bec. The wolfdog, Jade felt, was looking back at her with an enigmatic and wholly unfazed expression indecipherable to most. On the other hand, unlike most of those in her current party, Jade had spent an awfully long time with nothing but the old devilbeast for company, and so she was able to easily determine the subtle fluctuations and decays in his mood.
At the moment, Becquerel was amiable. Amiable towards his surroundings, Valerie, Weiss, Ruby, the draconic paladin, Rebecca, and even Karkat. His nose gave faint twitches every now and again, large fluffy ears batting about whenever some small buzzing insect whizzed past, and his maw was utterly lacking in nervous, slobber-dribbling pants.
Yet, as her green eyes grew more watchful and her curved nose downturned and attentive, Jade saw other, less noticeable things— the stiffness of his spine hidden under his usual lazy posture, the occasional keen that arose in a pale mockery of breathing, and many other tics that rustled through his snowy white fur in bursts of green static.
So much for not paying more attention to those already known to her, huh?
He’s scared, Jade realized, though she could not determine what he was so fearful of. Henceforth unnameable uncertainties arose in her chest. Such many-thorned emotions as trepidation, confusion, sorrow, and a faint sprig of resentment wrapped viciously about her ribcage in poisonous violet and sly green vines, coiling at the pit of her stomach and crystallizing the awkward lump in her throat into shards of something vile.
An odd, woozy feeling arose in her mind and body, her heartbeat unsteady and something like a migraine pressing against her temples with cold, detached efficiency. She didn’t understand why she felt this way— there was nothing that should have been especially worrying about her canine companion being so upset. Still, Jade knows better.
Becquerel was one of the most powerful creatures ever to exist, at least in her universe. Jade knew this well, for her time as a ghostly, all-knowing sprite had been pressurized with near-constant tears instigated by the blinding green flame which ran cripplingly aground upon her brain matter, all courtesy of her prototyping with the mysterious white devilbeast.
In truth, the real problem was that Jade had never seen Bec so upset by something before. Worst of all, she had a sneaking suspicion that it had less to do with the gleaming, glassy prims suspended in the air a few feet away but rather with whomever they were associated with.
Eager for a psychosomatic reprieve from her own churning thoughts, Jade’s gaze alighted upon Weiss and the red-scaled dragon. Their conversation, or at least the sifting snippets that she gleaned from it, was short as far as she could tell, and from whatever was said she learned that the dragon was named Axorn. The young Witch imagined that this was a mighty fine name for a dragon, strong and unique, and she directed a smile as fleeting and divinely vibrant as a shooting star their way.
She faltered in looking towards Karkat and Valerie, because while she knew somewhere in the more attainable portion of her mind that Karkat had a good heart, that he never would harm anyone without due cause, the glare that he had leveled the plant mage with was fearsome indeed. The cherry-blooded troll was also still exhibiting a miraculous aptitude for slouching, his arms crossed over his chest as unwelcoming as any barricade and his wild dark hair and nubby little horns acting as the spiked battlements.
To be perfectly honest, which she nearly always was, Jade still wasn’t quite sure of what to make of Karkat. Heck, everyone on her memo seemed to react just as poorly to his abrasive and stormy nature as she had when he first decided to troll her. Somehow her attitude towards him has changed a great deal over the past few years, and Jade’s fairly certain that it has something significant to do with her just becoming a little bit more grown up. It’s nice, in a sort of roundabout way, because while she still enjoys arguing with him every now and then, it’s all in good fun.
Still, the Witch of Space frowned at the back of his scruffy head, her eyes flickering up to look at Valerie for a split second. Their eyes met and her scowling aspect completely changed, metamorphosing into a gentle smile that settled sympathetically over her dainty features when she nodded her hooded head forwards encouragingly.
It’s alright, she mouthed to him, and to look into her face was to look into a night sky where her curling hair made up the starry blackness and her lips the glimmering light of a sun long dead. I’ll be over there in just a second. Hang tight!
The verdant mage’s lips turned downwards a tad, because he was unfortunately not exactly fluent in reading lips and the whole starry void thing sort of threw him for a loop. What he read in the movement of her lips was, plain as day, It’s alright! That angry little shouty troll is totally about to stab you. Have fun!
What? He mouthed back, mouth obviously shaping around the rounded word. The cherry-blooded troll standing before him somehow managed to scowl even more dourly than before, his disheveled hair seeming like the poufy fur of a startled kitten as he looked distrustfully between the two.
His yellow eyes narrowed into perfect slits, his suspicion even apparent in the rumpled state of his clothing. “Are you two talking about me? Right now? Seriously?”
Jade blanched, a nervous smile tugging hurriedly at her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. “No way, Karkat! Haha, I was totally just talking to Nealaphh’s friends— or, uh, accomplices! Right, guys?” She turned hopefully towards the two floating prisms, trying to convey with a grand waggling of her eyebrows and scrunches of her nose alone just what kind of trick they had to pull.
“No. Now, about that object you would have us deliver…?”
“No can do, witchy-girl. Where’s the goods?”
Jade’s shoulders slumped, a long, drawn out sigh slipping past her lips. She rolled her eyes at the geometric entities, a thoroughly fed up look clouding over her usually soft features.
They didn’t react much, split glows of red and blue waiting for whatever else she might have to say. Or, perhaps more plausibly, whatever silly human gestures of exasperation she might fling at them next— whichever came first, really.
A random passerby behind them swerved quite obviously around the odd collection of Primes and Secondaries, a funny expression stealing over their countenance. Jade frowned at them, too, and they hurriedly scuttled away like a crab across sandy dunes when the tide comes rushing in.
With a warm hmph and a toss of her hair, Jade crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what? I don’t think I want to let you see the gift anymore.” She huffed, then, and looked pointedly in another direction with her chin held high.
Of course, this was totally unacceptable for the two Aspects. While they were as pragmatic and careful as can be when it came to addressing potential allies of their master, their curiosity over the matter had already been piqued. The gift would have to be assessed, whether they actually obtained it or had to wait until later notwithstanding.
“What? You just offered to let us take it off your hands.”
“Come on, Harley-Davidson, don’t leave us hanging!”
Her eyes opened a fraction, slivers of verdant green peering through. With a sniff, she quipped, “No.”
“Now you are just being unreasonable.”
“Awwh, come on! Show us the thing!”
At this juncture, even Becquerel was beginning to grow curious. He made a grand show of yawning with all of his perfectly sharp teeth on display, and then leaned back into the dirt so that he could observe from an infinitely lazier angle. Rebecca, undaunted by this change, simply used the wolfdog’s shoulder as a pillow, one of her arms narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath the canine’s weight. Bec’s tail whacked noisily against the ground once, twice— three times.
Jade relented in her icy demeanor, but pouted spectacularly about it nonetheless. She cupped her hands together, a few measly sparks of color slowly coalescing between them into something with form, expertly well-defined in a shroud of cool frost. As the amphibian— for that is what Jade intended to summon, definite design or no— began to take shape in the palms of her hands, the dog-eared girl’s brow furrowed in deep confusion.
The frog had all the eerie attributes of some sort of subterranean creature, but it seemed more fit for blindly crawling between the spaces between the stars than through the darkness and muck of a dank cave floor. Its skin was smooth, yet many-angled— it was highly difficult for Jade to determine exactly what the frog was like, precisely. It was grey as moon dust, and much of its cavernous face was concealed, or perhaps through those cold trappings of frost there was no face to be found at all.
The limbs of the frog were long and spectral, its toes swollen and curled. It would have been best not to describe its tongues, Jade decided, or its many eyes, or much of anything else really. A veil-like susurrus of periwinkle was visible somewhere about its head. Jade supposed that its croak would no doubt be unfathomable. As she turned it over in her hands, lips pursed, she had the keen presence of mind to think that maybe this frog should never have been.
She also suspected that maybe it wasn’t, in truth, a frog, but something far different. Something filled with so many contradictions and mountainous suppositions so as to be worlds apart. Maybe even entire universes apart.
“Huh,” Jade murmured, observing as misted shadows swirled like ink beneath the surface of the ice as she turned her amphibious creation every which way. The ice was cold, but no amount of frigid temperatures had ever made her want to shrink away from anything as that frog’s appearance had. “That’s weird! This doesn’t look like a frog at all. More like the antithesis of a frog, in fact!”
An eddy of gentle colddamp brushed against the back of her mind, tendrils of darkness sliding and coiling in precipitous, steep folds. The Witch, with the intensity of dozens of stars burning in her veins, felt the sticky, slithering trickle of Void at the back of her throat for a single terrifying instant. Breathing air felt….
…. It felt unnatural. Like she didn’t have to look at these people wandering past and feel something, something warm, something affectionate, something human in her soul or within her usually serene consciousness. She could separate herself from this. Become something more.
Her fingers grazed over the icy frost covering the frog’s limbs, her green eyes staring searchingly beneath the frosted-over surface. They are dry and sore, as if hundreds of microscopic granules of grit are prickling at them. Her mouth pinched into a thin line.
Jade had been about to address this marvelous oddity of a frog for the benefit of those gathered around the carnival stand when an unassuming, harmoniously pleasant ding alerted her to yet another new notification on her Spectagoggles. A full purse to her lips and a curious tilt throwing her entire focus off balance, Jade let the frost-encased frog fall loose into the waiting telekinetic grasp of the Aspects.
Fear embroidered with intense worry laced through her chest as she began to view the Colosseum stream once more. There was the same fearsome magic user from before, the one who had slain Adam what seemed to have been hardly half an hour ago, standing over yet another one of her friends with their life balanced in his hands. Then, there was smokeySkull, bleeding out upon the dusty ground as if she had nothing left to look forward to but a swift death.
This, Jade supposed, watching the grainy smile that formed on the downed woman’s lips, wasn’t far from the truth. She soon closed out of the program as the monk tugged the spiked bandit to her feet, not having the stomach to wait and see what would have happened next, swift rebirth or not.
The dark-haired girl raked her trembling fingers over her scalp, the sorrowful expression taking up much of her face seeming worn threadbare after manifesting so many times within the past handful of months.
First, it had been John and Davesprite. Then Adam. Now, even her friend with no name was down for the count.
Actually, if she was being truthful with herself, the first casualty in her line of stupidity had been everyone and everything that had lived on her old Earth. Whether they were as fictional as Bandit claimed they were or not, it was still a heavy weight to bear for such a young girl. Her grandfather, too, who had been mistakenly killed by a “god” with bull horns, had likewise bit the dust because of her.
And here she was, a newly instated god-child thrust into a land of many, many gods both merciful and cruel, immortality forgotten by all but those who lacked it. Jade was filled with an overwhelming sense of regret, although for what she could not say. Death seemed to follow her everywhere, from the glittering golden halls of Prospit to the icy dredges of her treasured planet. Everything was her fault.
In a blaze of sizzling green galaxies, Bec zapped over so it could sit at her side, pulling Rebecca along with him for the ride. He licked Jade’s hand reassuringly, and the girl patted the top of his head absentmindedly.
“Good boy,” she said.
It took all of three seconds for her to realize that Becquerel just teleported. A slow blink toiled its way across her face, as if all of her facial features were working together to make the action possible. Then, her dark locks flipping into the air in a sudden, fluid movement, Jade whipped around to face the wolfdog.
”You just teleported!” she blurted out, flustered, as if the all-knowing First Guardian didn’t already know that.
Becquerel snuffled back, and then prodded at Rebecca’s cheek with his nose, leaving a stripe of wetness there. The Little Sister laughed, a strangely musical sound that was akin to a warbling songbird caught within the confines of a twisted cage.
Jade’s skin was still crawling with an oozing, liquid sense of foreboding, but she excitedly clapped her hands to her cheeks once she realized what this all meant. She paused, looking expectantly down at her sparkly, glistening red slippers, the stripes of her socks cutting a whimsical shape beneath the whorled curve of her starlit dress. Her brow furrowed deeply, an unspoken command eager to slip past her lips.
After a moment of intense concentration, Jade’s feet began to lift slowly, gently off of the dusty ground, and she lightly kicked her feet at the air as they levitated off of the dirt.
“Yes!” Jade exclaimed, high-pitched laughter bubbling in her chest and long strands of her curly hair frizzing into sizzling sparks of green electricity. “This is soooooo excellent!”
But what did it all mean? Why was she just now starting to regain her powers? Had she done something new to cause this? These were all questions to ponder for another time, because in that moment Jade was quite literally walking on air!
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