When she remembered to breathe. Not so much having to regulate her breathward in, because her inhalation was reaction, and not in her control.
Within her power she organized the waves of imminent energy emanating, this was of her radiant soul. The power was hers completely, exhalation of the wind, orchestrating her will over the overlapping storm.
The conductor of the crashing waves, she remembered she was mother to, the ringing bell, the rising tide, the flood from which Goddess is born.
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