The wind tugged on Sachel's great coat, snapping it out to her side as she hovered in the air. She felt the fickle wind pull her coat to her left, before suddenly shifting to her right. She felt it press up against her body as the wind rushed up from behind her, then heard the small thunderclap as it was snapped back behind her.
Sachel however was unmoved by the dark wind. Her blue skin shone bright and hot in the darkness, marking a stark contrast with the yellows and oranges of her great coat. She may have wondered idly if the coat would ever settle and be done jerking itself around, and what she would do if it ever did. Or maybe she was simply annoyed with the inconsistency of the wind, wondering if it would ever settle itself.
Whatever she was feeling, she did not let it show on her face. Her face had a stoic quality that conveyed a patient acceptance of the windy darkness around her. Whatever she felt or thought was not shown, she was simply there...
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