Phil lightly touched her cheek, making the burns sting. Cora refrained from wincing, her fingers nervously playing with the links attached to her metal cuff. She had never been healed before, especially not with the Sun's energy, which sounded incredibly hot. Phil gave her some instructions for the process. "Close your eyes and... Think of something nice."
Not much to go off of, but Cora closed her eyes regardless. Images appeared in her mind that were tagged with 'nice'. Her old apartment in Atlanta, covered from ceiling to floor in an abundance of green plants, pots, shrubberies. The scent of flowers was most pleasant, overpowering the city smells outside. The night she had a vision of Nature's Haven in its heavenly glory, that dream resurfaced vividly in her mind. Irys, her icy jellyfish-like familiar, floated around the beams of light shining down, playing amongst the six-foot high mushrooms and lush grasses. Babbling, crystalline water fell from the ceiling and traveled all throughout the cave, rolling below the walls of eternal fires. God, the Haven was truly beautiful before...
Before those bastards destroyed it!
Cora snapped her eyes open, anger rippling through her body. Phil was still working, she had to focus. Come on, Cora. Think of something nice. Forcing her eyes shut again, Cora cycled through the lighter memories in her head. Her burns began to tickle and heat up as the energy mended the damaged skin. She had to stop from itching them, knotting her fingers together.
Phil took her arm, healing the burns along it in record timing. Cora opened her eyes, amazed to see the change. It was like night and day, one moment her burns were there, and now her skin was clear. Smooth, unmarred. Even the skin along her cheekbones felt repaired and free of scars.
"Wow." Cora said, grinning. "You've outdone yourself, Phil. If I could see my face I'm sure there'd be no trace of burns. But uh, what's a lollipop?" Cora never had the luxury of candy when she was growing up.
A translucent, crystal jellyfish appeared in a flourish in front of Cora's eyes, and she immediately stood. Holding a finger to her lips, she glanced at Phil. "Elemental incoming. Be on guard."
He's under the earth. Irys chimed.
"Get behind me, Irys. Just in case." Cora commanded.
A huge turtle burst from the dry, cracked soil, a man sliding off its large back. He brandished a hammer, ready for a fight. Why? What's got him on edge? Cora briefly wondered. Almost simultaneously Will emerged from the cave, joining them outside.
"Phil! Cora! Deal with this please! I'll deal with him!" Will said, powering up.
"Deal with what?" Cora furrowed her eyebrows, glancing back into the cavernous mouth behind them. As if on cue, Yahtzee ran out from the darkness with a figurative fire lit under his ass.
"I don't know what's going but Thema woke up and she's a total psycho! She woke me up I mean can you believe that!" He said in an exasperated tone.
"Thema must be confused. She's been asleep for a while." Cora said, strikingly calm. "We have a situation out here too."
Sig instantly struck her as someone with a lot of hate, and a defier of authority. As cold as she was, Cora could relate. But, she couldn't put her finger on it, but something was giving her bad vibes. Their work as Elementals was equal to a holy crusade, it meant the life or death of Kyra and everyone living upon her. Cora felt extremely protective of their ultimate goal, so the fact she instantly felt a tension in her gut from appraising this man made her suspicious.
As Will and Sig faced each other upon pillars of their respective elements, Cora felt that creeping apathy taking hold of her chest. It was the same as the time Vygorns approached their encampment, and she slipped away to take out their military base by herself. She felt dangerous, on edge.
She set laser eyes on Sig, snarled, and turned away. "Talk him down, Will. You know what to do." She reigned in her voice as much as she could, but a harsh tone still escaped her lips. With a trail of frost coating her steps, Cora disappeared into the Haven. Irys twirled behind her a moment before disintegrating out of this dimension.
Trying to shake off the bad vibes (and her pissed off attitude), Cora walked toward Thema. She took in the scene, noting the life growing in the steps of Thema, including the bed of clovers Gilfred rested her in. Last night they were withered like the rest of the Haven, but now they were curiously alive. And huge.
Thema didn't look so good. Maybe a little psycho, even. Cora approached her slowly, palms open. "Hey, Thema. How are you feeling? Gilfred brought you here last night after you healed him, you were sleeping pretty heavy. Yahtzee's a little flustered outside, can you tell me what happened?"