The clouds rushed by overhead like a herd of angry horses and the tree tops danced a mad dance as the wind whipped through them. There was tension in the air along with the wind and the detritus that the wind stirred up. The wind had Jace in a state of worry and concern and they were holed up in the empty shop building that was next to his workshop.
Temo was worried, but not of the storm, he worried about Jace and if she would be ok as he sat there with her and their brood. He watched as others arrived and proceeded into the shop and then locate a spot to occupy for the duration. As they entered, he recognized some and others he did not know. There were even a few that he had not seen before wandering around the town or at a function and wondered if they were new.
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