Melissa lifted her eyebrows at our buffet revelation, then shrugged. “Okay, no buffet for you guys. As to who you are apologizing to, that would be Whirlwind Woman. Apologizing is incomplete, too. You need to explain to her why you were messing with the weather in her lands.”
“I will not—” Jack began.
“Shut up, Jack!” we all yelled.
“Sure thing,” I said. “Take us there, and we’re all good.”
Melissa shook her head. “She’s all around us. Can’t you feel her in the breeze?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it, concentrating on the breeze. I didn’t feel a presence, spirit, or anything like that. Despite mom hauling me to church in my early years, I never felt the warmth of the holy spirit like she said she did. But I could feel and see the breeze. I focused my vision on those air currents, and it wasn’t just an ordinary stirring of air. Like most breezes, it wasn’t just wind moving in a single direction. Instead, it whirled around in small convective currents, deflected and redirected each time it encountered an object or a stronger gust.
This breeze didn’t behave that way, though. In addition to those deflections and redirections, the breeze had what looked like a complex pattern to it. It reminded me of looking at sheet music, in a way with whorls that had no explanation for their formation, all converging around the rock that Melissa stood on. They didn’t emanate from her, but did touch her in this complex, pattern.
“Whoa,” I said.
“Your Keanu Reeves needs work,” Kate jabbed.