Chapter CCCLXXXIV: Storm Tracer ~Redaz

Redaz was whistling. He'd made his way to the town and was currently walking toward what looked like the eye of the unnatural storm. Though he whistled, the sound was pretty much cancelled out by the howling winds. It made him feel very unimportant, but he continued whistling anyway.

Redaz turned his head as he saw a bright flash of light, then felt magic fizzle out against the power of the storm. What an amateur, you can't just stop something like this. Aside from the constant power that seemed to be fuelling the storm, the raw chaos of the unnatural tempest defied the simple order of calm. If you wanted to fix something like this, you had to work with it, not against it. To illustrate his point to no one present Redaz extended his arm and pointed to the sky. As he walked he waved his arm back and forth, arcs of lightning following the path of his outstretched finger. He'd loved storms since he was a boy.

It was so easy to use a storm, and so hard to stop one, it was almost beautiful. As he conducted the lightning with one hand he got an idea. Redaz raised his other hand and held them out, upward and slightly askew, then began waving them around as if conducting a low-budget band. Blue and pink arcs of massive static power flew between the clouds; Redaz was almost giddy. It was better than fireworks.

As his arms began to get tired, he increased his tempo, and finally stopped walking and flung his arms downward. Two huge lightning bolts flew from the sky to the ground before him and struck with a sound like an explosion. Redaz was smiling as the spots dissipated from his vision and the howling wind made its way back into his momentarily deafened ears. Storms were so much fun.

Redaz continued down the street, buffeted by the wind and humming softly to himself. As he looked toward the spiralling clouds at the eye above the town he couldn’t help but think, Someone sure likes to show off...and two can play at that game.

Redaz continued forward, but as he did he pushed back at a small amount of air around himself with his mind. Slowly the wind buffeting him split to either side of him, giving him a pocket of calm air to walk in. As he continued on, he slowly extended the pocket around him. Redaz looked up and noticed that whoever had started this storm had a nice big spiral forming in the clouds; he looked straight up and realized he had nothing.

Furrowing his brow, the wizard did the mental equivalent of shifting the position of his feet; instead of breaking to either side of him, the winds suddenly spiralled around him. After a few seconds the clouds above him mimicked the pattern at the center of the storm.

Redaz grinned triumphantly to himself. Showoffs have to keep up with each other, he thought; then he began whistling again. Instead of silencing the light sound before it made itself known, the spiralling winds picked it up and it echoed around the wizard. As he strolled along with his chorus of whistles Redaz wondered what he was getting himself into.