if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]

[sixthiteration]

Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.

Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.

After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.

[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]

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[thecatinahat]

Cougar allows a nod of his head, checking the cut one last time to make sure he did a good job. He needs to head back out into the storm and make sure Jake and Veronica are safe, but he needs to bundle back up and he wants to make sure that Moana is safe, too. "Stay safe," he warns. "No more cuts," he adds, as if he can somehow give her that kind of direction and have it listened to.

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana looked up at him with a bright smile. Even the hail couldn't diminish the glow that surrounded her.

"I'll try!" With that she ran off and into the mixture of hail and rain. She was running quickly and soon disappeared from sight with Itiiti wrapped protectively in her arms.