pleasedI really should put the cam on once in a while, but I just really like that Titus pic! I can always put that up again, I suppose.
A thunderous crash came from outside. Instinctively, I looked over to the balcony. There she was again, perched upon the railing. Her immense, dark cloak billowed in the ever-increasing winds, leaving no discernable shape save her face and flowing silver-gray hair. As with each time before, she seemed lost in thought as she stared eastward. A smile slowly crept onto my face as I walked towards her. Anticipation grew in my gut.
"Don't get me wrong. I always love it when you visit, but there's something I've never understood." I paused, unsure of how to continue. Finally, it came to me. "What draws you here?" I asked. "Why do you always come when the weather turns? Do you enjoy the rain, as I do? Or is it the thunder and lightening, the raw, seething power that you thrive on? You figure that if you sit up here like that, you'll be a part of the storm?"
She glanced sideways at me, neither smirk nor scowl on her face.
"No... it's far more simple than that." A spark flashed across her eyes. "I am the storm."
