I tip my cap to the raging sea. {Open; tw: mentions of vomit, emotional distress}

[chasingtwisters]

Since her confrontation with Aoife in the cafe, where she had been trying to make an effort with her brother, Moira's felt ill, and not with morning sickness. Her sister hates her; her cousin hates her. What else is there but for the whole town to hate her, too? She has to contain her magic as she runs back in the direction of her home; yet sparks keep flying from her entire body regardless, and she knows people are staring.

When she finally reaches her cottage, she runs right past it, to the beach that is her backyard. She finally collapses, out of breath, into the sand. She chucks her jacket and her shoes off into the dunes before she falls over and pukes what little she's eaten for breakfast; she cleans her mess away with a wave of her hand, just as the tears, hot and heavy like the anchor that is her heart inside of her, start to spill down her cheeks.

As she cries, the sparks flying from her channels into something deeper; a more ancient part of herself that calls out to the sea. The waters respond with resounding clarity.

The skies darken and the waters churn; to anyone casually glancing towards the ocean, it looks like the start of a hurricane. Moira stares as the water gradually raises and the winds start to blow. Rain starts falling in time with her tears, and Moira just stands there.

She can take the anger; hell, she can take the dirty looks. But her own sister's words seep into her skin like so much poison and all she can dwell on now is the curse she'll pass onto her daughter simply for being a Coombs.

OOC: Moira has reached her breaking point. It is her magic causing the storming sea and clouds; it's basically only happening around the beach on Moira's property, but, obviously, it's still really noticeable. She's really, really upset right now and could really use a friend or, at least, someone to talk her down.

Comments

[louise_abasi]

It's not like Moira and her are Best Friends Ever, but Louise still was a little surprised (and maybe disappointed?) that Moira hadn't showed up to the Abasi Lou-is-back brunch. She was a smart woman and a witch always up for a challenge. Even though it's weird to think of herself as a challenge.

When Louise poked around a little to hear about what had happened when she was gone, she felt bad about how selfish she had been. Moira had more on her mind that coddling a lost chick. And Lou wanted to support her in that.

Right now she was just unsure if she would even be able to get close to her friend, a dark little figure against the violence of a hurricane.

[neriumoleander]

"Moira, Moira." The winds whip about Nerium's black skirts and scarves, giving her the appearance of flight. "Still so angry." She walks forward, letting the violent energy of the storm carry her. "You think me wrong. I do not wish to sever you from your family." The Coombs need no help in this. And Nerium knows the value of blood, the value of loyalty, far too strongly to ever come between that. "I wish to offer you aid. Friendship if you will." Nerium gently, carefully, places a hand on her shoulder. "These forces are my own. If you are not careful, they will consume you."

[jiyunnies]

It's obvious to Riley what's behind the sudden change in weather, especially since it only seems to be taking place in one central location that she immediately recognizes as Moira's property. She had spotted the stormy skies from her own home, having been outside with Val as her sister worked in her gardens. Excusing herself, she grabs her bag, an umbrella, a rain jacket, and runs. Their homes aren't close to one another, but Riley's been to Moira's place so often that she now knows a few shortcuts, and she's rounding the corner of the cottage and onto the beach within a record amount of time. She finds her friend on the beach and her heart breaks for her. Riley approaches her cautiously.

"Moira? Moira, come here." She reaches out for Moira's arm and pulls her into a tight hug.

[ameliecoombs]

She wouldn't say that she forgives Moira, but Aoife had been harsh, and she hates watching her entire family fight like this. Amelie spots the weather storm on her way home and at first she thinks it's Aoife before she puts two and two together and hurries over.

The rain has drenched her to the skin by the time she manages to force her way to Moira's side, and she kneels down on the sand, only half concerned that she's ruining her skirt.

"Moira, you have to calm down."