[color=bc8dbf][b]Stormy[/b][/color]

A rock offered itself up as a stool. Stormy gladly obliged. Lichen and moss cushioned her seat. Damp seeped through her dress, but it was bearable; her legs sighed almost audibly, and she deflated, sinking down and downwards. Her feet pulsed inside her boots, and she longed to throw them off and lay down for hours, but they had more to be done.

She tilted her head to Koda, [color=bc8dbf]“That would be stealing, dear; even if we were back Lightbridge I’d advise against it,” [/color]her eyes scanned the people, smiles plastered on the whitewashed walls they had instead of faces, [color=bc8dbf]“And things are different here. We don’t know the rules.”[/color]
 
Tickling upon her hand. Looking, she saw a Ladybird, ruby and encrusted onyx – its hair-like legs brushing along her knuckles, a teasing breath. She brought her hand level with her eyes. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Hello there,”[/color] She tipped her head in a curt nod, [color=bc8dbf]“How do you do?” [/color]She brought her hand close to her ear and bobbed her some, before bringing it back in front of her, [color=bc8dbf]“I never expected to see something quite so beautiful here. It’s odd, how something familiar as you can make this world even stranger.” [/color]

As she was staring at the bug, the Brazen Boy came back with what looked like food, and a story of convenience wrapped in his words. She only paid half mind, the bug crawling along her fingers now, but her eyes were fixed upon what Michael held. Her stomach complained. [color=bc8dbf]“Soon,”[/color] she rubbed it. 

A twisted tune made Stormy look at Oedipus. Her face was blank, but her eyes shimmered. [color=bc8dbf]“Someday he’ll be free like you,”[/color] she whispered to the insect on her finger tips. It cleaned its mandibles, and Stormy smiled.

Then someone new: beaten silver and slender lines. Stormy waved once, and offered closed smile, before focussing on the bug once again.

[color=bc8dbf]“Seems there’s another,”[/color] It began buzzing the tiny glass wings, [color=bc8dbf]“You’re off then? Good journey friend – this talk has been nice.”[/color] And with that, the ashen films became a blur, and it was gone with the wind.