The identical cloaks fluttered around following the strong wind. The wind blew with a powerful passion, fluttering everything within the grasp. The trees shook violently as the weak leaves gave a farewell to the tree branches reluctantly as it swept away with the wind wave.
The hills heightened with a strong wind as they climbed above. Twenty minutes of the hill-climbing with a dress was so fashionable to the daredevil but ridiculous for the onlookers. And the girl exactly what was being described. Elizebeth and Eve had to climb with their dress to go to the next intended village.
"Why are you even here, Eve?" She grunted as she picked her pace. Eve could change into a bird and left her behind.
"Out of respect." Eve groaned as well. "You need to scold that bald head for me, Elizebeth." She whined then.