Well, not exactly.
There was still the humming of electricity, audible only after moments of shocking serenity passed by. In her mouth, where she had bitten, the static snake had turned into a coiled strand of leather hide, strong and sturdy with the same fierceness Skark had shown. Along the whip's exterior, a pulse of electricity survive, sparking and jerking at intervals where it built up and snarled out. She had killed him, or trapped him, or something, but whatever it was, it had to have been good because the awful storm finally ended.
The owl... he was not around. Yet Amaris might hear the beating of wings, especially as she gazed out at the rainbow that was starting to shine in the distance. <>"You did good," the wind whispered as it blew past gently, sounding like the old owl, except distant, calm, peaceful.
Whatever it had been, whyever she had come, it was done.