The surge of energy of this situation put Cloette in a trance. Shango brought the air into a state of dismay as the lightning became erratic and closer to the hospital. Some of them sparked on the trees inflamed from the cause of friction between the electrons and dense, dry, hydrophobic wood. Cloette's mind snapped for once, remembering the time she had to deal with the humans. A lover who aged gracefully, like a barrel of wine. In her ornate gown covered in pearls and frills. Her skin wrinkled from the years on, making it elastic as it lost its hold on her bodice. Cloette bent forward as the lightning formed wings from her back and she remembered her former love that night, Moiri ma amie.