Stirring Of The Wind

She felt it, the soft, quick lull. She knew it so well. It was always a roar to her. She had learned to read it since its first hmm. She frowned. The wind blew, swirling her long hair in a furious dance. She felt the song sharpen. She sighed, and frowned deeper. The wind stirred again. She breathed, feeling the tempo of her intake of oxygen quicken. This, she felt as she the furious wind began again, did not mean something good was coming their way. Her hand placed itself where she knew the scar to be, above her hip, and just bellow her ribcage... Her hair danced, her breath quickened. Soon.