Storm: Storm is Brewing

Fires of Pompeii 2

Terry tensed as the others in the room also turned to the woman in surprise.

"Those three, they use words like tricksters." The young woman, Evelina, said as she stared at the Doctor specifically. "They're mocking us."

The Doctor blinked, and he quickly pacified the rest of the room: "No, no, I'm not. I meant no offence."

"I'm sorry." Metella said quickly as she hurried over to the girl. "My daughter's been consuming the vapours."

"I can see that." Terry said dryly, causing Lucius to regard her briefly with curiosity.

But Terry ignored the small man, instead eyeing Evelina worriedly as she noted the girl's pale skin and dark circles under her eyes while Quintus complained sharply: "Oh for gods, Mother. What have you been doing to her?"

"Not now, Quintus." Caecilius hissed warningly, but Quintus protested: "Yeah, but she's sick. Just look at her."

Terry stayed quiet as she examined the girl, when Lucius suddenly chimed in as he stared at Evelina: "I gather I have a rival in this household. Another with the gift."

He suddenly frowned a little, glancing at Terry as well very briefly, and both she and the Doctor tensed while Metella answered with a hint of pride: "Oh, she's been promised to the Sibylline Sisterhood. They say she has remarkable visions."

"The prophecies of women are limited and dull." Lucius scoffed, and Donna scoffed while Terry's eyes narrowed. "Only the menfolk have the capacity for true perception."

Metella looked a little uncomfortable at that, looking as though she wanted to retort but was holding herself back. Of course, Donna had no such restraint as she snapped sarcastically at Lucius: "I'll tell you where the wind's blowing right now, mate."

A small tremor shook the ground beneath them as Lucius turned to look at Donna.

"The Mountain God marks your words." Lucius warned darkly as he leveled a look at the redhead. "I'd be careful, if I were you."

"I could say the same to you." Terry answered calmly, and Lucius turned to examine her while the Doctor watched Evelina with a frown.

"Consuming the vapours, you say?" He questioned as he watched Evelina lean on her mother for support, no longer even having the strength to stand on her own.

"They give me strength." Evelina explained, and the Doctor pointed out flatly: "It doesn't look like it to me."

Terry turned to them at that, just as Evelina asked: "Is that your opinion as a doctor?"

"I beg your pardon?" The Doctor asked instantly, staring at Evelina with sharp eyes, and the girl answered: "Doctor. That's your name."

"How did you know that?" The Doctor asked seriously, glancing very briefly at Terry as he did.

Evelina followed his gaze, and her gaze fixed on Terry this time as she noted: "How strange. You have so many names."

"Now then, Evelina." Metella began, but Evelina talked over her mother as she stared at Terry with those dark, possessed eyes: "Angel and Daemon."

Terry frowned at hearing that name again, but Evelina wasn't finished as she added: "But you call yourself Storm. An appropriate name."

"Don't be rude, Evelina." Metella tried to scold her daughter, but Terry interrupted calmly: "No, let her speak."

"What's she doing?" Donna whispered, and Evelina turned to her.

"Noble." Evelina murmured as she stared at Donna. "You call yourself Noble."