Background drabble one
The drought had hit her family hard. The tall grasses outside her grandfathers yurt had begun to wilt, falling into strings of brown and yellow. Their livelihood were the bison and yak that fed off these grasses, and they were already overworked. She watched from the top of the yurt as her grandfather, an older man with a long graying beard, knelt on the ground, his head touching the rug beneath him. He prayed for rain, but a humble man, only asked for what god could provide and nothing more.
Then she felt it, like a bolt of lightning through her heart. She opened her eyes and cried, as the vision of her grandfather faded. She now saw her small flat, littered with open books and stray notes, scribbled carelessly. She looked down at her palms, which were now pink and fleshy, covered in pencil smudges. The tears that had fallen, now floated in the air above her, dancing around her and reflecting the light like a string of beads. She squeezed her eyes shut once again, and the floating tears crashed down. She called Artemis, but the eagle had a mind of it’s own, and had had enough attention today. She felt her fist tightening, gripping at the hem of her skirt. Something had to be done
Adina slammed her spellbook against the dining table. Her hands stretched out over it, pages turned furiously on their own, close to tearing at the seams. The pages stopped and fluttered to a halt on each side, revealing exactly what she was looking for. The book was old, passed through generations. It was given to to her by her mother, and her mothers mother and so on. Its pages were worn and the ink was faded to the point of being barely legible, but she didn't need to read it. Her hands still hovering, she closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head. Her head rolled backward, and whispered incantations grew louder.
“ campos implebis aqua
pascere in domum meam”
The room was filled with a static buzz. It affected each one her senses. She heard it, and felt it shake through the air, sending vibrations into her bones. Her mouth burned, and every gasp of air was a battle she was close to losing. Her vision started to fade, darkness came like a cone over her eyes till the light was nothing but a pinpoint. When the static had taken everything from her, she collapsed to the floor.
But there was rain. A single drop, that fell on her forehead and burned away a layer of skin and an eagle flying over the plains of Mongolia, suddenly exhausted, sheltered himself from a sudden storm.