Noah met Angela's gaze, wanting to believe her claims that it was just a dream but still not sure. He found it awfully coincidental.
Then it thundered.
He blinked at the sound, looking past his grandmother to the skies outside. Sure enough, they were clouding over quickly. He frowned ever so slightly before peering at the woman beside him. "She controls the weather?" he guessed before looking out the window once more.
"And she's definitely not happy about being here, if that's her," he added. Lightning was zig-zagging across the sky, illuminating its path of destruction. It certainly seemed to be primarily aimed in the direction of the Grand Library. Noah swallowed heavily.
"So... now what?" he questioned, already having decided one thing for himself. If Angela was determined to go out in that to look for her sister, she wasn't going alone.