She got up immediately and wiped her face. Sullen but pressed to focus, remembering the words she pressed a hand to the wall of the living place.
~Awakening~ 'home' (peaceful)~
The storage rooms began shifting from their previous configuration to their truthful forms. Boxes and spare parts disappeared flowing away like grains of stellar dust and sand into a version that was commonly seen half a decade ago.
her skin was shimmering again, like an ache from not using muscles for a very long time, the energy was potent her body, this body, had matured not knowing the psychokinetic energy that was part of her most of her life.
The shrine room with the master teacher's throne was the last vessel to form, and it's where she immediately sat. Large enough to sit in cross-legged she violated the plan to run and hide, she needed to connect.
It was a fugue at first, the body initially wanted to sleep cause it took her over a year of concentrated effort to sleep normal and not connect, now the opposite was true.
Astral movements took hold quickly, a small vessel, exposed, it could not shroud it felt. different. independent freer and much less intense than before. It was not a sail in the storm, the freeness of this warform was much more tranquil.
El opened her eyes blue and yellow plasma flowed over her skin, no bright orange no violet flame.
Every time she pressed into Saturnia the connection would fail it went dark. The old way was clearly wrong now. So she elected rather than to sit in peace, to be water.
The blue on her skin sunk deeper into the body letting it happen to let the magnetism do its work.
It was not a Khara form, yet she could feel them.
Like a lightning flash, the awareness of herself recognized this small woman. She needed communion in Sirius, she needed to find the Vagrants.
She was connected, not completely but more than before, this was probably a gradual process to get back to her former self. She was disappointed that there just wasn't "enough" to connect to anything larger. her memories of the greatest war forms were like bathing in a symphony. This was completely different..
Perhaps it was her that had changed, that thought was more depressing. Growing up didn't make Thomas less... and of course, he wasn't around, he could not guide her.
She was just a child then, powerful, but the wisdom was taken care of by other people.
Now she would just have to figure it out. Now was the time to activate the others.
