[She's hyperventilating, her hands clutched in her scalp as the wind picks up speed, growing faster and faster with every second. Her sketchbook falls to the ground, its pages flapping with the violent breeze like an animated picture book.
But then a woman speaks over the nose of the wind, her voice incredibly soft. Incredibly soothing. She looks up at the woman, panic still in her eyes, but her hair falls down and the wind calms somewhat.
Still, she does not speak. Not a word. She's too frightened to.]
ahhhh iris!!!
But then a woman speaks over the nose of the wind, her voice incredibly soft. Incredibly soothing. She looks up at the woman, panic still in her eyes, but her hair falls down and the wind calms somewhat.
Still, she does not speak. Not a word. She's too frightened to.]