Whitefish River Blue Monday [BWP P3]

This was too hectic for her, honestly. The earthquakes had been one thing--they came and went, and by now, she was starting to get used to them after experiencing a few by now. At least when she noticed one coming on, usually she could brace for it and make sure Spica was near and all good with her; that always remained priority, otherwise, she'd just forget to breath in all of her worry. Next, came Mom and the brothers of course but so long as she was glued to her twin's side, she was twice as brave, even in the face of nature's worst.

But, lately came some really bad quakes.. even by present standards, and then the flooding was the next big problem, followed closely After that her mother's very real and very apparent panic was really the next tipping point for the youth. She felt a lot of things thanks to this, all of them feeling kind of gross.. and a lot to process.

Rallied up by Speedy, she stayed close underfoot, all with her ears down low and eyes darting about as they fled to the fields. Everything was a blur, until her thoughts snapped to her mom's words: I can't find Acheron. Syrma's stomach sank--could it get worse? Of course one of her brothers would find a way.. and she could only stand there dumbfounded, in the open with a sad-worried look on, feeling utterly misplaced as her world turned to chaos around her.