Like Wind On A Dry Branch 소설 & 이야기

Tessa POV The trees thinned as we moved toward the border, their skeletal branches reaching skyward like the hands of fallen gods. The wind had changed hours ago, sharper now, tasting of snow and steel. It whispered through the woods, rustling pine needles and breathing against the nape of my neck like a warning I couldn’t quite decipher.

The moon was out, bold as hell—couldn’t mind its business if it tried. Everything below looked sharp and jagged, like the world just got outlined in cold neon. Trees doing their best haunted house impression, all clawed branches and drama, eavesdropping on her bad mood. Wind kept poking at her, too, like it had nothing better to do, making the leaves gossip and hiss. Evangeline stomped along the edge, boots crunching dead leaves and, honestly, probably some unidentifiable grossness. Wolf senses buzzing, skin prickly, but she played it cool. Or tried to.

Nova said, and the word was not loud and was aimed at the figure and carried the specific quality of something said by someone who has the authority to say it and knows it. The forest did not wait for the figure to complete whatever the lifted hand was lifting toward, but responded to Nova's word with the immediacy of something that has been attending to her and has been waiting to know what she wanted. Branches came down from above with the speed of something released rather than propelled, finding the space around the figure with enough force to be entirely clear without enough force to be anything other than clear, and the wind gathered in a tight, local column around the figure's positio

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

Isn't it easy to have these? Jorden shook his head and said, 'A tree attracts wind.'.

A very strong, cold breeze brushed through the verdant trees, leaving their branches to sway crazily. Goosebumps overwhelmed my whole body. The hovering sounds of wind blowing get more intense with every passing moment. I became more scared as my mind thought of the shaky trees falling on me. I stood up from where I sat and started to move again. This time around, I decided not to run, as I barely had a drop of energy to continue. I held one hand on my waist while I took it slowly. My head spun, and my throat became so dry.

The wind had teeth. It cut through the silence like a whisper too close to the ear, sharp and cold enough to raise goosebumps. The trees swayed in slow, reluctant movements, their branches hissing softly against one another like a warning. The sky above was a bruised kind of black, thick cloud rolling in from the east, swallowing the moonlight little by little.

The chilly December breeze blew gently across the tree, allowing its leaves to swing from side to side. The wind mopped the streets as it passed by, carrying the falling leaves high above the ground and into the air. People continued passing by, causing the sidewalk to become boisterous with the sound of footsteps.

“She is fighting us.” “Then we will give her the command that will send her scurrying back to us.” The eldest brother laughed coldly. “Lust.” The word sent a shockwave through the water that caused a ripple beneath it. Which rolled up, breaching the surface until it could launch in the air and spit droplets at a towering height in the woods. Scattering water over the treetops like tiny spies. It blew leaves off trees and had branches swaying in the cold gust. It hunted through the trees, rattling the tops and toppling animals and bending shrubs until it reached the woman sitting next to Zier.

Now I fear he would want to come back to do anything with me. The wind below again and this time my hair was so wrapped up around my face that I forcefully had to remove the tangled mess. What kind of wind is that? Is it trying to rain again today? The thought of what happened yesterday under the rain engulfed me. I just hope it doesn't rain today. But what kind of wind was that? And why is it only blowing on my hair? I looked at the trees, it still had the same tempo. The branches danced about in slow rhythm to the song of the wind.