tornado warning
@mistresstrupin
About 2 years had passed since Gretel moved to Leuda and she had just realized that she had yet to visit Leuda’s sister island, Arcadia. Time just passed so quickly since she returned to the city (albeit, much smaller than the city she used to live in) life. From what had heard, Arcadia was the more natural (and spiritual) island of the two with all of the farms and presumably things other than farms.
One brief ferry ride later, Gretel was at Arcadia and all that she had heard was almost immediately confirmed. Leuda seemed barren in terms of plant life compared to Arcadia.
There was a certain feeling that emerged within her that she couldn’t really describe as soon as she arrived. Did this have to do with the spirits that supposedly resided in the island?
As she walked down the path from the docks, a slight breeze passed her by. It felt nice at first, but a stronger wind came a second later and sent a chill down her back. The wind began to pick up and Gretel didn’t notice, but it was swirling around her and no one else was being affected by it. Soon, it was hitting her hard from all sides. She held down her skirt which was being blown all around by the wind with one hand and tried to keep her hair out of her face with her other hand.
She picked up her pace until she spotted a building which she quickly retreated into. It seemed to be a small general store. There were only two people in sight, an employee and a customer. A relieved smile formed on her face due to the lack of wind in the store.
“Sure is windy, huh?” she said to the woman doing her shopping. Before anyone had the chance to say something, the wind returned with a vengeance. This time Gretel did notice that the wind was specifically spinning around her like a tornado. As it spread, items got knocked off shelves, flying across the room. Her eyes widened and she took in a sharp breath.
Am I doing this? More importantly, how do I stop it? These thoughts spun around in her head like the wind around her. Gretel dropped down to her knees and bent forward with her hands on her head. It would have to stop eventually. Hopefully, sooner rather than later.
