drippy cont.
Fire flashed before her mind's eye.
A burning, scorching scream ripped from her throat as her body, another lifetime, seared and boiled.
There was immense anger and defiance in her heart back then, and the sounds grinding from her throat were inhuman.
An anguished shriek emitted as something hard and heavy whipped across her back, knocking her to her knees.
Through the smoke and flames she looked upward to her family, white with death and grim.
They stood far up on a hill, watching and mourning, only her century long connection allowing the sense of their presence at all.
And then there was Corvan, so young again and uncertain, connected to her mind and burning through her.
She could feel his tears, feel his sobs even this far away.
He was likely being held, struggling to come to her, but that would mean his demise and she was grateful to the family for his safety.

As her last thoughts melted away and she crumbled to the ground a dizzying snap brought her back to the present and to the Corvan of now, who held her as she sagged, and who searched her frantically with his mind before his mouth slanted against hers.