Eira watched as he changed, her heart warmed by the familiar sight.  She did not get to bask in the feeling for very long, before she could hold on to any nostalgia, he let the lightning pour from his mouth and she had no choice but to react. As the lightning cascaded down at her, her hands stretched out at her sides and frost seemed to funnel out of her fingertips, creating a large dome-like structure around her.  The ice took most of the pressure from the electricity, but again it shattered and this time Eira was not as lucky as she had been before.<br/><br/>The last bit of current hit her hard, in the chest, and the world seemed to slow down for her as it did.  She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was falling backwards, toward the dirt under her feet.  The bright blue sky filled her her eyes for a moment before things went black.<br/><br/>Her senses came back to her slowly, first it was sounds, then touch, and finally she opened her eyes again and forced air back into her lungs. She got the sense that Ylrid had hoped to summon some grand reaction from her, but it had not come.  She had not felt any impulse to shift as he had.  Eira was not even sure she could if she wanted to, even if these powers had come from her mother, she also had her father in her.<br/><br/>Her breaths came in shallow gasps and she tried to move her head to search for him, though her muscles were now even more stiff now that she had absorbed a second blow.