Entry #21 - The Coming Storm
Twenty-first writing prompt [Wind] for FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge
Tucking herself in against the plush cushions of the manor couch the doctor buries her face into a pillow. Last night Cynric stayed at her apartment for the first time. Living in a one bedroom apartment doesn’t really give her much space so she let the Hyur child have her bed while she sleeps in the living room. Eventually, if she ever gets around to it, she’ll have to look into getting a two bedroom place. She could even re-purpose her smoking room but that is her little sanctuary to escape to at the end of the day. Plus it would take too much time which she is very short on as is. Sleeping on the couch isn’t so terrible. It is rather new so the cushions still are full and bouncy. Tugging the covers up to her chin the bow mage goes to burrow more into her temporary ‘bed’ but a loud series of bangs wake her from her light slumber.
Bolting upright on the couch eyelids snap open. Groggy sapphire seas glare around the room. Sleep is incredibly precious to Davina. It isn’t often she is able to escape into a dreamless realm of darkness, but when she does the doctor savors it. So to be awoken when she was actually able to slumber fills her with irritation. For a moment she isn’t concerned, as if forgetting about her new role as a ‘mother’, but her tired mind finally realizes she isn’t the only soul in here.
Cynric! Leaping off the couch she slides the door to her study open and dashes through the room. Gripping the partition door, that leads to the only bedroom, she shoves it open. Panic flooding through her veins. A wave of relief washes over her in a tidal wave when she notices the child stirring from his own sleep. “What’s going on?” He asks sleepily. Small hands rubbing his exhausted eyes.
“I’m not sure, but I’ll have a look.” Davina replies gently and pads over to one of the bedroom windows. Pulling back the long curtain she peers out into the darkness. That is when she notices empty barrels rolling down the street and crashing into stone fences and buildings. At first she believes that something is wrong, but out of the corner of azure eyes she can see the trees bending in the furious winds. Davina releases the curtains to let them fall back into place. She can hear the howling of the wind. How it makes the windowpanes vibrate from its vicious touch. “It’s just the wind. Go back to sleep.” Her voice gently reassures.