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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[thekittenqueen]

"Thank you for your help." She stood, escorting Amy towards the door. "I might have lost one of my animals otherwise. When the storm passes, I should like to see you again. Allow me to weave you a blanket as well, a token of thanks."

She peered outside, seeing no change in the elements. The hail was at least small. If there were injuries, they would be small. "Be careful."

[bit_fairytale]

Amy's not really sure she's ever been careful so much as headstrong and stubborn, but she's also not about to go charging out without a plan. "I'd appreciate the blanket, but I'd appreciate it even more if you showed me how to do that," Amy admits, "I missed a few of those pointers when it came to basics." Too busy playing Raggedy Doctor with Rory and Mel, in those days.

"I'll be careful," she promises, even if she's not going to stop going out there to help. "I'll see you later for blanket weaving," she says in parting, taking a deep breath before charging out into the hail, one more time.