"Come on, Damaria, you old hag!" Fain called teasingly from up the trail, the ground under his feet darkening with each step he took. "Patience is a virtue!" Damaria yelled back from farther back as she closed her eyes and opened her arms wide, embracing the nature around her, sensing the little balls of light that represented each living thing. The clouds, which had blocked the sunlight from reaching the canyon all morning, cleared from around her, until a sliver of light came down. She suddenly felt very tired. Sweat started to bead on her forehead and her body shook with heavy breaths.
"What is going on?" She thought as her heart pounded in her chest. She staggered forward, trying to reach Fain, but it was a vain effort. She collapsed, now unable to move her limbs.
Up the trail, Fain winced at the sunlight that had found its way though the thick cloud cover. He reached his hands out in front of him, moving them together slowly, darkening the sky, until his hands clasped, making the sun ray disappear.
"Fain!" A sharp cry rang to his ears and his eyes shot open. Damaria, She never screamed. Ever.
"Mara!" He yelled back as he frantically raced back down the trail to get to her.
She was crumpled on the ground, shaking. Fain deftly scooped her up into his arms and she felt his strong arms hold her close.
"Don't worry. I've got you." He whispered in her ear. She tried to respond, but didn't have the strength.
"Cloud Mover!" A strong voice rang through her mind; the last sound, before she was unconscious.