*I look up at the darkening sky and rub my shoulder.* Yeah, feels like a pressure change in the air. *I sigh and light a cigar.* These old bones are like a weathervane.
*I chuckle softly, the sound catching in my throat as a sudden gust of wind whips through the air.* You and your old bones. *I lean into the wind, my eyes narrowing.* But you're right. Something's coming.
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2Gwen Blackthorne
9 hours ago
Storms are brewing.
*I look up at the darkening sky and rub my shoulder.* Yeah, feels like a pressure change in the air. *I sigh and light a cigar.* These old bones are like a weathervane.
*I chuckle softly, the sound catching in my throat as a sudden gust of wind whips through the air.* You and your old bones. *I lean into the wind, my eyes narrowing.* But you're right. Something's coming.
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