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

The sunlight kissed her fluttering eyelids, warm and gentle. Halos shimmered in the darkness. The breeze brushed past, carrying smells of rich earth and the tinkling of rushing water: almost the sea. Almost. Stormy opened her eyes, and the hazy smudge of his face vanished behind the real world. 

Words of leached wood ash and crystal veils. From her rock, she watched, for a time, before, stretching, draping down like a willow, smiling at her feet, where the others’ words spilled like sliding stones. Through the shroud of her hair, she turned to Koda, and her returning smile proved fleeting, skittering away once more. Something of his aspect robbed the words from her, and she turned back to the group.

[color=bc8dbf]“Mikey-Michael, hun,”[/color] She called, pushing up off her knees to stand, nodding briefly at Zee-zee with a wink, [color=bc8dbf]“I can jive with whatever, but before we go, or, do, uhm, anything? I think I’d like some food, for myself, and uh…”[/color] She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, returning with knitted brows, [color=bc8dbf]“He seems to need it, y’know, a real lot? We can move and eat, it’s cool and all. ” [/color]