"Hail." She commanded the air.
The breeze picked up, thickening and swirling around the clearing. The clouds grew
darker, expanding as if pregnant, and they covered up all traces of the suns. The
temperature dropped further still. Then the sky ripped itself open, and small missiles
of ice poured down to pound everything below. It was hailing, small stones no bigger
than a nickel. It had hailed at Mara's command, and she could feel the tugging, surging
sensation inside her, a sensation that she knew was controlling the weather. As the ice
began to rain down, Mara knew that she was in perfect control of the burgeoning storm.
She stood, willing the wind to catch the ice and make it swirl away from herself, away
from the trees, and pass by the mouth of the cave where Joshua stood. Mara kept the
wind circling the clearing like that as she calmly walked back to the cave entrance. When
she reached the entrance, she waved her left hand in a small gesture at her side, willing
it all to stop, and the weather did. The hail stopped hailing immediately, the clouds
broke apart, and the wind faded into nothingness. Mara looked at Joshua, waiting for
him to respond to what she had just done.
"Well?" Mara said.
"It's a start." Joshua replied.
They spent the rest of the afternoon in the clearing, where Mara slowly began learning
how to remove the piles of snow that she had called down. Joshua, whose patience was
restored, instructed her as she worked. Kaze breezed in and out of the copse, checking
in only to reassure itself that Mara wasn't going to become comatose again. By the time
the second sun had set, the snow was gone and the creek was thawed. Mara and
Joshua stood bathed in the light of the full moon looking at the dead foliage surrounding
them. The grass, now browned, crunched underneath Mara's feet as she moved around.