[ The Order of the Impending Storm didn't choose their name simply because it sounded ominous and cool- they are, each and every one of them, highly accomplished weather wizards.
Maya is barely able to mumble that she's fine when the wind kicks up. Dust and debris is sent flying everywhere, crates and merchant stands are toppled. She feels herself begin to move, pushed by the sheer force of the gale, and makes a grab for Peter's arm, for all the good that will do them.
There is a man in deep blue and dark grey robes making his way towards them. His hood is up to cover his face, and he doesn't seem bothered by the wind at all. ]
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Maya is barely able to mumble that she's fine when the wind kicks up. Dust and debris is sent flying everywhere, crates and merchant stands are toppled. She feels herself begin to move, pushed by the sheer force of the gale, and makes a grab for Peter's arm, for all the good that will do them.
There is a man in deep blue and dark grey robes making his way towards them. His hood is up to cover his face, and he doesn't seem bothered by the wind at all. ]