LET IT GO | BLIZZARD

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

It began overnight.  The temperature had seen a dip in recent days, but the Pittians had never known a truly frigid winter to prepare them -- finding it too easy to pass the change as a cold front temporarily relieving them from the heat of the day.

The dark clouds lingering overhead were what truly concerned the Ardent; the overcast days made for good hunting and relaxed patrols but promised a potential storm to come.  Gael had yet to see a true rainstorm over the desert -- perhaps one was overdue, but he preferred to be prepared.

Yet rain never arrived.  Rather, during the dead of night, as the Pitt slept, something often unseen among deserts began drifting from the sky.  White began to coat the sands.  A gentle snowfall seemed all that it was, until the wind began to pick up; turning that gentle snow into a harsh flurry, only growing in strength.

Gael rose with the wind -- the sudden slam of angry air currents against the walls of his treehouse enough to startle him awake.  He knew a storm when he felt one.  They had to move quickly to avoid the full force of what was to come.  "Get up, Lottie, we need to go to the temple!"

Grim and determined, the vulpine stepped onto the porch to the leading staircase below, squinting against the onslaught of flakes and ice.  His lungs stung in protest as he attempted to re-direct the wind surrounding his home, providing a clearer path down.

"Get to the White Temple!" He called against the wind, urging all those he ran into towards their best shelter.  Stocked with medical supplies, it was the most reliable place to wait out the blizzard -- the treehouses he feared could collapse under too much force, while the tunnels would be completely snowed in.

"Quickly!"

The Ardent stood resolute outside the White Temple, intent on ensuring everyone made it inside before the storm grew too strong -- he did not plan on losing anyone to a blizzard.

// This is the beginning of a extreme seasonal weather change for the Pitt -- where the desert will begin seeing colder winters before the return of spring and summer!  Following this blizzard, the territory will remain colder until the seasons change again

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby