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[curiously-chaotic]

Soibhan and Nox for the Great Exhibition by mesoxalic

[curiously-chaotic]

Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Soi

The evening held a rare warmth even as the sun dipped towards the horizon, but there had been a tension building in the air since morning. Dark, angry clouds gathered at the edge of that bloody orange light and Soibhan watched the storm approach from her perch on the abandoned house’s porch. The Slough stretched out before her in a riot of fields gone fallow and others wild with encroaching growth. Humanity had left this place, and nature was taking it back with unruly abandon. 

A breeze tickled the loose strands of hair about her face, filling her nose with the smell of rain. The dark spot was growing larger, roiling towards her like a coming tide and the breeze grew into a steady, driving wind. Spots of purple light flickered in its depths and a deep, vibrating rumble followed shortly after, a rumble that kept rolling and tumbling over itself until it had no beginning or end. It was a soothing sound, like the purr of a giant cat.

Such a storm was rare for Foundermeer, a land always cool or cold and rarely warm. It made them special, memorable, and she drank in the scent of ozone and warm rain on the breeze as if it were the smell of ambrosia. Soibhan loved these storms, and as the bank of heavy clouds bloomed and raced across the sky towards her, she stepped from the porch and spread her arms wide to welcome them.

There was a flash of light that left ghosts in her vision, a ground shaking grumble, and the heavens opened up. Rain slewed down in sheets, soaking her in seconds as she spun and drank it in. Nox danced around her, hopping like a young hound excited for play. The tension that had played along her skin since waking washed away with the rain, lightning, and the rumble of thunder that left a gentle pressure on her very bones. 

It was gone before she knew it, leaving her soaked and shivering as the storm fed upon the warmth and drew it away again. The clouds raced overhead, passing the house and tumbling over the distant moors, where the storm would die without another drop. Soibhan returned to her place upon the quiet porch, body alive and singing, until the last rays of the sun turned into darkness, and the distant rumble of thunder gave way to the sounds of the night.