Round 173

Jeane's crimson eyes flare with barely contained irritation as she steadies herself against the pulsing energy of the chamber. Enough of these unpredictable power surges! Her wings quiver with the effort of keeping her balance, exhaustion gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. Halie—can you move? We need to know what that portal was about before it changes again. She tries to step forward but finds her body pressed against Abby's, their forms tangled from the magical blast. Jeane's heart races at the sudden proximity, her face flushing despite herself. Are you hurt? she asks, genuine concern cutting through her frustration.*