Standing near them, I could feel their power, a buzzing that makes my ears hurt if I pay too close attention. Sometimes sparks flew, sometimes they reached and touched and burned. There’s Lichtenberg figures (scars, that’s what they are) all across my skin from some past 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

One of my new friends radiates something calming, and it’s hard not to relax. He has marks too, but not as many as me, and he’s more than a little tense when they’re mentioned… yet his entire being seems to be of peace.

When the sparking ones meet the calm, they create something horrific.

I have never liked storms.