A gentle breeze, a distant whisper, I'll pay back that kindness shown to me.
The Storm flows through me.
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"He's.... getting better?" She fidgeted a little. "We have to find him."
"There she goes again."
The familiar disgust, spat at her with the same venom she had grown so accustomed to. Even among her own people, far to the north, was she an outsider. She couldn't help it that the night sky would call to her, that lightning and thunder would play at her finger tips-
-that some kind of being in the storm would call out, asking her to follow, to approach it. Her fascination only grew with each passing day, excited at first to talk to others about it. Before they would curse her.
"A storm deity in the night sky? You're inviting trouble, trouble we don't want.-
-It would be better if you left."
Her own friends, eventually her own family, began to see her as some kind of burden. Taking the side of the neighbors and strangers. She had decided, one day, to do just that. Taking what she could, she would follow this storm, seeking out its source. -
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-taking the opportunity one morning, after Rena had left them to find jobs to fulfill, to grab a freshly baked loaf of bread to share with Gav. Just the two of them. A simple little mundane thing. Something she wouldn't trade for anything else.
