A dark atmosphere hangs in the air, the once light pitter patter of rain growing stronger as a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning causes the sea beyond the cliff to burst up in agrevated torrents of water, consuming parts of debree floating helplessly in the sea below.
The air is humid, invasive.
Kydai stands perched near the ledge of the cliff, her body stiffens as her eyes follow the tormented waters as they rip through the air.
The lightning burns through the sky, leaving trails of forks in the atmosphere, fading out slowly into the setting night sky.
Her light blonde hair billows to her left as the winds pressure picks up. She stands as if rooted to the ground, unfazed by the happens literally metres from where she is standing.
Her brows cloud together as the tormoil rocks within herself.
Nexhas leans carelessly by a tree trunk, his arms firmly crossed across his chest. His steely eyes peer past her out into the ocean's anguish. His expression is hidden beneath a tattered black hood which covers the lower half of his face.