Morielle rode Klykass regardless of the tornadoes—at least three visible ones—that were not far away from them. One was in the east, the other in the west and the last one she could see was in the south, as though it was coming after them. The one in the west already devastated a mini-forest. But at least, it was going away from their direction. The only problem was the one she saw in the east, where they were headed. In Sonnabeg. She could hear the loud whirring sound of the tornado even with the couple of miles distance. There was a fat chance it would go in different direction in the last minute, but at the moment, it was coming to them.
She was together with some older Yet’hoda soldiers who were ranged at the age of twenty to late twenties. Their leith ran speedily, with them on the b
