67th of Spring 515AV
A deep, sickening feeling was brewing in his belly. Within a bell the clear, midday sky had turned into a boiling, ashen maelstrom of thunderous clouds. A vile wind had picked up; cold, sharp, and strong enough to make Timothy stumble over his feet as he ran back towards The Sanctuary. He'd watched it coming, out from the Suvan, spinning and spinning bringing a dark grey mist with it. The foaming waters had swept up, splatting relentlessly against the rock, hoping to break the jagged wall. He'd only once seen something similar, three years back, the magical storm that had left nothing but destruction in its wake.
Shivering, he hurried inside The Sanctuary, though he suddenly wasn't so sure anymore if the stone walls and Kavala's magic could protect him. Even inside he could hear the furious howling and whistling of the wind. Bang! The mess hall lit up in a flash of white. Thick curtains of rain started to scratch the windows with silvery nails.
Timothy cupped his hands over his ears as he stormed deeper and deeper into the Sanctuary. The more walls there were between him and the storm, the better. He very nearly ran past Kavala's lab, but skidded to a halt halfway through. Maybe she was in there. He hadn't talked to the Konti healer much. He hadn't dared to. She seemed...preoccupied. But if she was in there, it would be better to weather the storm together.
Carefully, he made his way up the winding stairs into her lab. It was dark. Darker than usual. "Ka-Kavala?" he called. He still remembered how he'd first met the tanned healer, how he'd swept all her things of her desk in a fit of rage he no longer understood. Guilt washed over him. They were all going to die and there were so many things left unsaid. Hugging himself tight he slowly ascended the final set of winding stairs leading to Kavala's desk. "Kavala, are you there? I'm..." his voice dipped into a shivered whisper, [b]"Hello?"
Back in Sunberth he'd hated storms just as much. The bangs, the flashes of hellish white; it scared him to death. But then his mum would cover him in blankets, make him a warm cup of tea and they'd talk and talk until the storms had died down.
Please be here.
