Written by Terrestris Veritas
So, the four of us were here in Quai’s room up in the attic. I was curled up by the fire, watching the hot element swirl endlessly, and Quai was crouched on the window ledge staring up at the black clouds. Jose and Miranda were eating each other’s faces off on the sofa; nothing out of the ordinary. There was a storm raging outside, lightning scorching various trees in the wood, while thunder signified their knell. The trees were given a blessing burial from the pounding rain.
In all honesty, it was the first storm for a while. I think it was Quai’s first time seeing a storm – the way the slight teen was gazing at the dark fluffiness was endearing. Poor kid hadn’t experienced much in his life. It was nice to see him fascinated by something other than the river.