good intentions

Eclipse weather hardly even scares her anymore. That’s probably a mistake, she knows. Incinerations are still just as possible as they’ve always been. But it’s been more than a year since she started, and really, the most she’s had to worry about is the white balance on her tape.And, in fact, Lani is so focused on balancing the lighting that she doesn’t even notice when the crowd falls silent. She misses the way the shadows grow long, swirling with deep reds and purples. But it’s impossible to miss the roar of an umpire as its form grows, as it sheds its human form and becomes a beast of flame and smoke.Lani can’t help it. She screams.(An alternate take on Allan Kranch, written as part of the Kranchmas event!)