Fire...what else is there?

She seemed... optimistic? He wished he could share in that... only to later curse himself for having become so pessimistic as of late. Where was all of this coming from? Stress. His first time at true fatherhood where he'd be present to watch over his children. This storm which upset all he knew to have be solid and true. He sucked in a deep breath and released it to the world as if to expel the negative energy. He could be hopeful. Had to be.

They neared the borders of their home. Altering their course, he guided them around the edges of their land towards the storm path. More trees fell. Others were ripped from the ground. Iqniq squeezed himself beneath the trunk of a tossed tree and emerged from the other side.

"Ready for this?" he asked, as he walked through the folded grass and collapsed trees that led up the slope towards their home.