#odyssey

She sniffs the air before actually seeing the smoke, and gets a look of alarm once the first few dark puffs are visible. "No, no no..."

Zane says "We can't help.. .. not if it means leaving the trod"

"What if the fire goes over the trod? Have you ever seen one of these blazes? They spread like.. like wildfire."

"The trod is safe, that's it's nature..." Zane says , sounding... less sue. "I don't suppose you have weather magics?"

She shakes her head. "You'd want Dagmar for that..."

"This is the drrreaming.." Zane says "We are half mortal, that means we can dream, or at least encourage... "

She shakes her head. "I don't have any practical magic. Need to light a fire, call a storm, heal a wound, see the past, command an army, teleport, put on a disguise, change the future? That's wizard stuff. That's you, Zane. I can only distract, attract, or run away."'

"Weaher magic isn't my forte, nor Primal" Zane sighs

Jonas shakes his head "I transform, myself or others"

"Oh why are we burning, holy shit we're on fire! Flames twirling and churning, are the flames getting higher? It's burning in the valley, Ow Ow"

Piper probably liked the other song better, less screaming

She trots up and down the edge of the trod, expression torn. Do they really have to continue on, safe and secure, while they hear the fire around her. She gives Jonas a desperate look. "Can't you hear them?"

"Yes" He frowns "I'm sorry, love. I don't know how to help. "

The fire runs wild, trees and grass scream.... the cute guy chimera catch fire as well... and burn not like flesh, but rather like wood themselves!

She looks to Zane and Jonas, "Zane! You're the smart one. There's got to be some way to call rain. Think! Isn't there some creature that brings the rains with it, like a rain bird or something like that?" Something is ticking in her brain, she is putting something together.

"Ah, Asian dragons, Symon told me some of them or their kin bring or cause rain. There's some native American thinngs too, Uktena Water snake... the Thunderbird.. But Greek greek... " Realization "The Hyades, they were nymphs who brought the rain. Helped teach Dionysius if I reccall"

She nods, something set. "This area looks Greek-ish, but if there are any Hyades down there, they might be in danger, or too afraid to come out... Someone needs to inspire them, then. " Piper turns to her lover. "Jonas, I don't know if you've ever done this before, but I'm going to have to ask you to try. Metamorphosis - I've heard that you can turn people into actual creatures from myths and legends. Please - can you make me into one of those storm birds? I have an idea, it might be stupid but... I have to try."

Jonas looks at her, "I've nnever tried it before... if you're sure? This is precipitous"

"That's what I'm hoping for." She nods, her jaw set... possibly confusing 'precipitous' with 'precipitation'.

Jonas takes a breath, annd calls out "You said you didn't need her...
You told her good-bye (good-bye)...
You sacrificed a good love...
To satisfy your pride...
Now you wished that you should had her (had her)..

And you feel like such a fool...
You let her walk away...
Now it just don't feel the same...
Gotta blame it on something... (gotta blame it on something)
Gotta blame it on something...

(Blame it on the rain) that was fallin' fallin'...
(Blame it on the stars) that did shine at night...
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you...
Blame it on the rain... (yeah yeah)
You can blame it on the rain...!"

His voice is not trained , nor does he have the range, but the power of Jonas magic FLOWS and... Piper feels her fingers and arms turnn into wings. Feathers erupt from her. And Piper can see waves of energy through the skies of the Dreaming!

She is a stormbird, a rainbird, a ...well..something

She takes a moment to reorient, stretching, blinking - and opens her mouth- no, beak... can she still speak? Can she still sing?

Why yes, yes, and definitely yes!

She wastes no more time, and turns, facing the wilderness and encroaching wildfire. With a mighty beat of her wings, she is in the air - and leaves the safety of the silver path. A prayer that the Firchlis does not come just then to shimmer away the way back to her companions, as she presses upward, seeking the clouds above the burning forest.

Zane currses with worry openly. Jonas? he sets his jaw and hopes

It is glorious to be a weather myth, not just the power, but the connecivity of it all. She finds the cloud she seeks like a lode stone finding north

Piper the Rainbird, Thundercaller, Stormwing circles the cloud, swooping through it, and sings out with all the power she can muster. Seeking the core of the storm, the seeds of rain within the cloud, and also, in the forest below, she calls to anyone who may listen, encouraging them to answer back to the plea for rain.

The words come to her, soft at first, and then louder.

"I didn't ask for a free ride
I only asked you to show me a real good time...
I never asked for the rainfall
At least I showed up, you showed me nothing at all."

Calling the thunder to serve as her percussion, the lightning to guide her notes.

It's coming down on me
Water like misery
It's coming down on me
I'm ready, rain on me
I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive
Rain on me, rain, rain
Rain on me, rain, rain
I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive
Rain on me, rain, rain
Rain on me!

Fire fears little, it feeds on much, it is a conqueror, but every conqueror can be defeated...

The storm's winds refuse to feed the flames... the Rain buries the reaching yellow tongues... indigestible to them....

as the downpour begins, thunder rumbling the point home

She sings harder, pouring out into the sky.

Hands up to the sky
I'll be your galaxy
I'm about to fly
Rain on me, tsunami

Hands up to the sky
I'll be your galaxy
I'm about to fly
Rain on me, Rain on me!

Hands? No... wings! She beats her wings, exalting in the rain pouring over her!

It is glorious!

the flames strugggle, sputter

She calls to the creatures below in the forest, a primal shriek that echoes through the storm. The nymphs of rain below, they should awaken and sing in the honor of the storm, the rain, and her.

Wings beat, whipping the storm to higher heights!

And they do, the Hyades rise from every forming pool,

Scanning the ground below, she seeks out any remaining pockets that smolder, directing rain down on them, guiding the Hyades like the conductor of a symphony.

And they dance at her direction, beautiful and sure...

And, inevitably, water chokes out flame

A cry of triumph! The storm conquers!

And.. she hears a voice, how odd?

"Piper, baby, come back!" Jonas calls out

What is a voice, compared to the symphony of rain and thunder? It's not even the call of the of the nymphs. But, something familiar about it makes her wheel around to glide that way.

And Jonas awaits, arms out stretched, the rain drenching him

The storm calls…

But her heart calls louder.

Banking, she sweeps down to land, stretching her head forward to rest on his shoulder, wings spread to block the rain from falling upon him.

And..she changes back into a satyress, and falls into Jonas arms... now both coated in lingering showers

"Did it work?" She asks, muffled into his shoulder.