Banquet (3)

Every muscle in Siora's body tensed when she heard Iona's name. She couldn't breathe. Now was the time. Now was the time to fix her life. The magic in her body thrummed. The magic in her body was burning hotter. All that had pooled inside, it was rising slowly… like a viper with raw and potent poison… ready to strike. Her body trembled, and her lips quivered. The magic was rippling in waves inside her. If she lashed it out now, all would be undone. 

Her shoulders drew back and a knot formed in her stomach. She closed her eyes to control her magic. But it was so heavily lashing inside. What could she do? Siora released a little magic in herself. It coiled and pooled into her core like a mass of coiled and dormant snakes. Siora took a deep breath. Now was the time. She moved.