Leave it to her uncle to make her laugh and her mood to change. He had started talking about that smelly demon on the island and it had made her start to giggle and well... it was uphill from there. The sea cooled, no longer boiling or steaming, which helped to return the island's temperature back to it's normal 80ish degrees it normally was: hot enough to get a sun tan and play in some cool water, but cool enough not to make it extremely uncomfortable in the sunlight. Or so she figured, she had never heard anyone complain that it was too hot.
The hurricane which had reached far beyond a category five in all of her anger receded back into the ocean, and lost a great deal of its power along the way. So much power in fact that it reverted itself back to what people would call a "tropical storm". But, there was nothing stormy about it; especially because it was simply a build-up of her extra power that she cast out so she didn't end up going around shocking people, or whatever it was she happened to do when the build-up got too great.
The clean up had taken no time at all: given the fact that she had unleashed a few of her tamer and safer experiments on the island for some recreational time: cleaning the island and getting some fresh air while doing it. They had done the job fairly quickly, and it had saved her from having to ask anyone to waste power to do it.
So, once again she was seated in her laboratory chair, staring at the computer screens in front of her, as the last of the experiments she had let out came back in. Every few seconds she would hit a key on the keyboard in front of her, flipping through the camera views, ensuring that the job had been done properly. That was.. until something caught her eye, over in the hunting area. It was a body, a familiar one: Flynn.
She was out of her chair instantly, shooting across her lab in a blur and out of the door as fast as she could get the door open. She headed straight across the island, intangible form going through any trees, buildings, anything else that happened to be in her way. She headed as-the-crow-flies straight towards the location she had seen Flynn's body.
Was he hurt? Was something wrong? Or was the old tiger just taking a nap now that the storm was over? She hoped it was the last possibility... and prayed it wasn't death. How could she explain that to his family? First Demitria, now Flynn?
She fell to her knees as she reached his body, checking automatically for a pulse by hand even though her ears told her already what she needed to know: no heartbeat, no breathing. She sent forth some of her smoke, and pushed it into his form. It would be harmless, just simply searching for a wound, a reason... a reason he was dead. Nothing... except the indications that he might have had a heart attack.
For now she would preserve his body, until a proper burial or some other option could be given. The island absorbed his body hole, where it would store it in its 'belly', safe and completely free of being broken down and deteriorating, it would keep him from going through decomposition.
With a sigh she was on her feet... hands clenched at her sides into fists as she stared off in the direction of her grandfather's city. She bent her knees and sent herself into the air, flying as fast as possible towards her grandfather's building...
