Lucky Getaway

[Nox]

The hotel was no longer a place of fun and games. They were to stay longer but neither Nox nor Lucas really wanted to stay. They had checked out shortly after Nox found them a ride home. Sadly buses didn't run through Siberia and it was by train. At least it was still on the ground.

Nox moved to the back of the train once they'd gotten there. The car was empty and Lucas followed him. It seemed the other man didn't want to be alone any more than Nox really did.

As they started moving the weight of what happened pressed down. Aria was where ever Aria was and there was nothing more he could do about it. They rode in silence for a while. This was far more comfortable than flying, there was no panic, at least not from the journey itself. There was panic. Panic over what to do now. Aria would be fine. He knew that much. She was a survivor and Nox knew that much about her.

Nox closed his eyes and listened to the music pumping through his earbuds. It was hardly relaxing and his mind was wandering. The power called to him, and this time he answered its call. He grabbed at the power inside and the world came to life. He could feel the air circulating in the car they were in, he could feel the vibrations of the wheels on the rails. Every scent and sight were clear and crisp. Nox smiled to himself. There were so many things he wanted to try, so many things that could be done, but now was not that time to do it.

Nox opened his eyes and leaned forward in his seat, he was grateful Lucas was in the same row, he'd help block anything from view. He'd learned his mistake with the plane, something innocuous, something innocent and incapable of harming anyone. The last thing they needed was an explosion. The weaves didn't have to be large, they didn't have to be complicated. They just had to be.

Nox wove small cyclone of air, it spun at his feet disturbing the dirt and debris on the floor barely enough to move dust in a small whirlwind. The hard part was trying to create another weave while maintaining the existing one, the simpler the better. Nox looked up from his seat and smiled, no one had noticed. If Lucas did he wasn't overly attentive right now. Nox took a deep breath and tried to create a similar weave. Nox sat and tried, each time he started the other, the first weave began to dissipate, but there had to be a way short of tieing the weave off, Ascendancy had done it.

Nox sat hunched over trying to create the second weave without losing the first. He could feel the sweat starting to form on his brow. The power was draining him of what little energy he had left. It wasn't simple work learning new tricks.