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He proudly said it. “Woah !! Your wind. ” I rolled my eyes at him. “Yes, I am. Deity gave me the ability to be windy. ” I can’t say that he’s joking because he it in a serious way. "Ah, that's right." And suddenly the wind blew for a while making my hair even more messy so I immediately looked out the window but it didn't open. I frowned because of that. Where did that wind come from? I heard a soft laughter, so I turned to the one next to me. "Why are you laughing?" Taray na tanong ko dito.

I gave him a 'whatever' look and followed him to the terrace outside. On reaching the terrace, it was blowy a day, just as he had predicted earlier. I leaned against the railing, letting the wind brush past my hair. The wind greets concrete and skin just the same, yet I am blessed to feel it. Its giddy currents flow through woodland canopies, unaware of how its song soothes those who can hear. I have always thought of the wind as so free, chaotic even, yet it too has its path, even if there are infinite possible destinations. It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every direction an option.

When I opened my eyes again, I looked down and stared at the ground. I watched some of the leaves of the trees rustle as the wind rushed through them. Then another gust of wind suddenly rushed past me and lifted the hair from my forehead. The hair felt cold and damp, almost wet. Another gust of wind blew past and it was blowing directly at me. The hair that was previously covering my forehead flew into my face and I reached up and tried to push them back, but they refused to leave.

When I was a kid and not a wreck of a person. Dara gave him a skeptical look, but when he waved at the porch, she headed toward the door. The air had a clean, fresh smell to it, the kind that rain always brought with it. Zane wished the storm could cleanse his brain the way it did the landscape. He took Dara's hand, feRafeng the fragility of the bones. It was a wonder the wind out on the bay hadn't just blown her away.

She stated. “Oh, Ok. What do I need to do?” “First, we are going to try air. I want you to close your eyes and imagine the wind blowing through your hair. Like when the windows are down in the car and your hair is whipping around.” I nod and close my eyes. Then I felt it. The soft caress of the wind on my skin in a gentle breeze. I heard Aunt Em squeal and I opened my eyes. “That was awesome. It looks like wind is your forte but I still want you to try the other three. Next, I want you to imagine rain coming down.”

My heart thumps frantically, adrenaline mixing with fear as I wipe off sweaty palms on my shirt. My eyelids twitch, breathing turning ragged when I feel a force from behind me. Black fog lifts from above me, a gust of wind blowing alongside, sweeping gravel and sand into the air so that it forms very small tornados. Loose curls dance to the pressure, blocking part of my vision, dust gathering in my nose. I barely blink when the fog clears completely, its replacement a bluish cloud that seems to blend into the ground like a backdrop.

Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to comprehend what had just transpired. A sudden rush of wind, swift and forceful, brushed past him from behind, causing Ronin to shudder involuntarily. It sent a chill down his spine, leaving him unnerved and unsettled. This eerie encounter with the wind carried an uncanny familiarity, as if he had known it intimately for an extended period. It was a puzzling sensation that left Ronin bewildered and captivated.

The nickname 'Mood maker' suits her well. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

It’s so cool to be on this side of it. I close my eyes and lean back into him, this is real magic. Being able to share this part of me with him, with all of them. I can feel the wind playing, like he said, but it’s not ready to subside yet. I never thought about the elements having emotions, but if I had to place an emotion or personality on the wind, I would match it with Dakota. Playful and warm on a good day, lightly caressing the skin, but harsh and erratic when angered. My eyes fly open.