A nerve had been struck with Jaela by the old necromancer. For how long did she have to keep up this charade? As if a switch had been flipped in her mind the amusement for the world dematerialized from her eyes. A flicker of a demonic smile spread across her lips for only an instant.
Reaching into her sack Jaela pulled out a pouch full of sand, afterwards pouring it onto the ground in front of the group.
"Please allow me to show you", a response to the angels question.
Taking a stance a distance away from them Jaela pulled off her green gloves, tucking them into her bag before flinging it across the ice. A fraction of some form of a mark lingered under her right sleeve, barely visible to those not paying attention. With bare palms she knelt down, placing them onto the icy landscape while closing her eyes. Taking in a deep breath the small girl began to chant, only whispers from her lips.
Waiting, that's all this was, a waiting game to her. For the sand she had thrown onto the ground earlier needed to sink into the ground. The need for the sand to merge with the icy terrain was a necessity in this landscape. That is why she brought sand, all along she had been preparing the ground.
A giggle arose from deep within the girl, the chanting ceasing to be relevant. She was sure they could feel it by now, the power she had always hidden. Like a fox the girl was cunning, coming off as reckless when in reality everything was calculated.
A sudden deep rumble could be heard from all around, as if the very tectonic plates of the planet were shifting. Standing, Jaela rubbed her hands together, as if rubbing away filth.
"I believe I never properly introduced myself." the infertile land behind her began to crack.
One arm swung beneath her as the other rested on her back, no doubt Jaela doing her classic over dramatic bow. "Jaela Uday at your service"
She continued to bow as geysers formed behind her, steam shooting into the sky.