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|Posté le: Mer 20 Déc - 15:29 (2017) Sujet du message: The beginnings of a storm
A breeze, songs of birds, everything is calm, rested.
On the port, sailors talk about the latest arrivals, departures faraway, missing at sea.
A cloud covers the Ruby, controlled by Moriane d'Orenbar. Yet, the sky was a bright blue ...
"A cloud, it is not crowned here!"
Already, sailors are changing their subject of conversation: the wind is rising, coming from the land ("Land ... But, usually, here, the wind comes from the shore!"), The cloud is sprawling, taking the magnitude.
The temperature drops, the pressure too. Gusts in all directions ... Everything predicts a storm, while everything was fine.
Already, sailors' wives are taking refuge in their homes, begging Phargonis to spare them.
The crew of Rubis looks at the sky, worried.
What is a spontaneous generation of storms?
I didn't find the right solution from the Internet.
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