Glade 2, 123
It had been raining nonstop since nightfall the day prior. This was not the nice gentle spring rains of the northern continent. It wasn't even the seemingly neverending moderate streams of North Ecith. No, this rain was heavy, hard, tossed and tumbled by turbulent winds. This was more akin to the monsoons that very few ever experienced, with the drops pelting skin and sand harshly, coming down straight, diagonally and sideways.
It began the moment the stars had come out, and Yeva had faded away, back into the Astral Sea. It began when the first tears of Norani fell to the sand, finding her arms empty, realizing they had been so close and yet were still so far away. Norani herself was still sitting, her knees to her chest, down on the beach as the waves crashed around her. Despite many of the waves being a few meters high and crashing down violently, none seemed to strike the Elementalist. Even though the winds tugged at hair and clothing, blew wet sand into every crevice and orifice they could find, the Orkhan was sitting there, a picture of sad serenity, the elements responding to her but not toward her. Her long hair was wet, dark, clinging to her back as it cascaded down over her naked form and sprawled out in the sand behind her. Her tusks and eyes sparkled every time lightning overhead cracked.
She was just watching the turbulent ocean, trying to get a handle on herself. She'd come so far, done so much, but now, she just wanted to give it all up to find Yeva, to bring her home, to revel in the joy and beauty of their love. The Captain had tried to approach her earlier, a pair of coconut drinks in hand, and she sent him scurrying back to his favorite tree with an especially violent blast of wind.
Her heart hurt so much. To have been able to touch Yeva again, to communicate with one another, to have her hand lost in those curls, to have... She didn't want to keep reliving that scene, but at the same time she wanted only that and so much more. She felt bad for sending the captain away like that, knowing that he had helped Yeva to at least be here in that limited capacity. It was the greatest gift one could ever ask for, and no one had even needed to ask.
She felt bad about the storm overhead. She knew it was here because of her. She could hear the elements' own confusion, but she knew they'd been confused ever since the Eclipse had first arrived. She knew now that they were out of sync because only Winter was here in the world. She didn't know what weather would be required this time of year for this part of the world, but she knew that if she didn't do anything, the elements of the world would only delve deeper into the confusion, into their fear.
She said their names, and Ooshi, Glorpb Glorbp, and Zzzik all appeared. Ooshi, the tiniest of vortexes puffed up, on high alert at all the other confused winds around her. Glorbp Glorbps watery eyes turned to the bay, stunned at what the water spirits were doing there. Zzzik streaked off, racing up into the clouds, having no patience for things like waiting or thinking. Norani's eyes were red from a night of crying, from a night not sleeping, but she asked Ooshi and Glorbp Glorbp a favor, and asked in the shared language of the Titans that she suspected only her and Astrid might speak, the language that all spirits of the world could understand.
"I need help. Can you find someone for me? Anyone?"
And with quick nods, accepting this responsibility, the two spirits went off to find someone to help.
