Wind
She blew the bangs out of her face from the fleeting breeze.
Many liken the wind to his breezy attitude. He never could hold a grudge, and he had such an easy-going countenance. Ash was always the one to start the party, and the one to end the fight.
As cliché as it sounded, he traveled to town to town unshackled down like the wind. He breezed in and out of other traveling partners' lives except hers. He was a constant. He would as soon disappear from her life as the wind would leave the earth.
"Ready to go, Mist?"
"Yeah, Ash!"
