Swiftcurrent Creek the black lips

The storm approached from the northeast and because the land remained level in that direction, Bones could see the curtains of rain in the distance moving steadily nearer. She could smell it on the wind that patted against her face with increasing force. She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, rainy scent. She went to release it slowly through pursed lips when someone flung himself over her, her surprise forcing the air out of her in a ragged whoosh.

Her head turned and her spring green eyes clapped upon the familiar figure of Ferdie. Before she could say anything, he asked her about taking shelter. Young Bones grinned at him, her gray head shaking. "No, I love a good storm. I don't mind getting wet. I'm a sea dog!" she told him, her pale eyes glimmering as the gloom deepened suddenly and significantly.