Someone remembered her this time. Someone had seen her disappear before- a normal, regular person just vanishing into water and mist- and they did not forget it. They did not imagine it away. And as Tempest approached the city that held this person, she thought to slip by and simply find a place to rest for a while. But this person would not let it be.
“Monster!”
Tempest could not deny it- her brain halted on the word, clung to it, collapsed beneath its weight. Others came to see at the stranger’s cries, growing louder and more frantic. ( Perhaps only to Tempest’s ears, but louder all the same. ) One who could sense power, one who could sense magic, nodded sage confirmation. With that one motion, waves of fear started to ripple through the growing crowd.
“She’s not human.” “Who just let her wander around?”
Before anyone could approach her, catch her, instincts won out. Her form dissolved into rain and mist and rocketed up to the sky. Monster, monster, monster. She wanted only to find peace, not be some inhuman being. But her mind twisted the word around until it took shape as a towering torrent of water, a typhoon shaped barely like a human.
Around her the thunder roared as she feared for her own humanity.
