(Azriel POV)
Azriel felt her anger rise, from a small whisper in her heart and soul to a large storm within her. She felt the winds rise around her and she knew it was her anger and her magic now mingling to create a small storm. The storm within her was now outside of her and the crowd was terrified. She could hear murmurs around her but she no longer cared. She felt her wings pull out of her and she sensed the silver spreading across her limbs.
Inside she felt a storm Outside of her the wind howled. The blood red sky had darkened. People were beginning to jostle and push away from each other. They were terrified.
Ashmeer tried to come close to her, but she raised her hand. They wanted a show and she would give them a show.
A voice popped in her head.
It was the Shamam.
'Easy Azriel,' he said. 'This is not the time or place for your anger.'
