Lira closed her eyes, inhaling slowly, letting her elemental senses expand. Fire flared gently in her chest, warmth radiating outward. Air brushed her skin softly, encouraging subtle movement. Water tingled along her fingertips, alive with hidden currents. Earth beneath her feet pulsed like a heartbeat, grounding her amidst the chaos of liquid energy. The currents whispered, faint but insistent, nudging her awareness toward patterns that were not immediately visible.
She raised her hands, fire coiling in tiny arcs around her palms, air swirling to lift it gently. "If I can just… guide the flow, not push it," she murmured. Her words were more a breath than a command, an invitation to the elements to join her in conversation. The water hesitated, then began to shift, responding not to dominance but to understanding, curling into a channel that twisted around a jagged rock, forming a narrow, navigable path.
