Words Are Wind の小説・ストーリー

These witches have no idea what is ___ I stood as a certain wind blew furiously tumbling my place about. What kind of wind is this by this time of the day? No! My eyes broadened as I saw my portions begin shattering in pieces. I ran to them, as the wind tossed me to the side. I scrambled up and rushed to them to try to catch any of them. It was futile as they all shattered to pieces before my eyes informing me that this was no ordinary wind. There was a presence in here that has been watching me or just arrived.

Once Charlotte was alone, she was able to take in just how quiet and old the little town was. The station itself was set at the edge of town and left a clear view from its front doors down the main street. The town itself was shrouded in a cool mist and the autumn breeze brought the swaying of long, yellow and orange branches. Willows spotted each side of the road just as much as they seemed to blanket the entire outside of the little placeheir long regal curtains now painted in sunset since the cool weather had settled in for the season.

"I'm a windlet. A windlet has the ability to talk to the wind. This ability is called the Windtalker." "Can I be a windlet too and have a talk with the wind?" Hans asked. Oki grinned and rubbed his head. "A windlet are mostly wind elemers, Hans." Hans looked a bit dejected. "Aww... If I can talk to the wind, that would be cool. I can, like, tell whenever it's going to rain. So we can get ready for some playtime," Hans replied, prompting his little sister to laugh. They talked some more while they walk, but not without the guys heightening their senses. Ruhan, the other wind elemer of the group, took it upon himself as the sensor of the group. He checked the wind current and looked out for an

“Of course! I could use it that way!” Several green specks of light invisible to the naked eye shrouded Mane and he was pushed to the side, successfully evading Camila’s strike. Mane used Wind to move midair. He wondered how he had never thought of this before when it was actually the first thing that should have come to mind. It was an element called Wind, which was basically ‘moving air’. How did he never link that to the word ‘airborne’? He wished he had paid a little more attention to Wind, for he was very unfamiliar with using it midair. And that unfamiliarity cost him. For Camila was right next to him in no time. Once again she swung her axe at him. And once again, Mane evaded by relyi

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.

And Four was still _out there_. In the _wind_. In our _heads_. ---

Next thing I know I’m back on the street. Only it’s not Chinatown, maybe not even New York. The wedge of twilight sky I can see from the narrow alley isn’t cut by telephone wires but strings of ragged prayer flags. They flutter in the wind with a sound like pigeon wings. As I pass under them, the windows of the surrounding buildings pulse with the light of candles and I smell the iron tang of blood.

The surrounding wind constantly poured into him as if wanting to fill him to bursting. This person was Philip, and numerous thoughts crossed his mind at this moment. “There are many types of wind, such as breeze, draft, gale, storm… “The wind is the rule, the law, and the path. “The wind can be as heavy as lead or light as a feather. “The power of the wind can make people relax but also make people mad.” As Philip’s mind continued to race, the surrounding wind element became gentler and more joyful while his comprehension of the wind element enhanced continuously.

Maybe wind isn't the best word. I think back to what happened down by the church, but how to describe it in words ? I push in ‘wind’ and look down over the results. I spot an online encyclopedia about wind. I click on the link, finding a lot of explanations but nothing about wind following a person. The word mythology seems to jump at me and I read: "In Greek mythology the northern wind is named Boreas, the southern wind is Notos, the western wind is called Zephyros and the eastern wind is named Euros". Boreas is marked with a link and I click on that.

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.