A short while later, Professor Lal came around to ask them for their reports. Rico reported on the wind blowing harder down the highway, and Professor Lal nodded, pleased. Then she turned to Dawn.
“I could sense a storm to the east,” Dawn said. “At least, I think it was a storm.” She described how she had felt the air swirling, eddying about itself on a grand scale, moving slowly as it was pushed by the prevailing chilly wind.
Professor Lal’s eyes actually widened. “That sounds like a storm, indeed. How far was it? Miles?” Continue reading “Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 17: Cold Spot”