Balle, Day 30 (4)
Verinia sat in her seat languidly, but her throat was becoming increasingly dry. When the time finally came for them to depart from the throne room to enter the more festive activities of the night, she excused herself whilst claiming to be unsettled from the turbulent weather.
In her heart, she herself was as turbulent as the wind outside. Such strong tempest would most likely result in a sand storm, which was not an uncommon thing in the desert. However, there was still thunder rolling about in the sky that gave off the impression that it was going to rain.
Standing in her bedroom, she looked out of the window with a frown. There were clouds gathered in the sky and as the wind whipped about furiously, those clouds seemed to pull and meld together, producing more thunder as they went.