Sometimes the wind talks sense Who: Cheila and Diana Where: Random meadow When: Midday
Diana didn't like when the sky was overcast and yet there wasn't any rain. It was like the gods of weather were playing some cruel trick. The humidity helped not at all, her hair beyond a mess so she'd just put it up. Wasn't like it needed to be down when she was trying to commune with the gods. Okay, so they'd been a little silent ever since she left Greece but at least her element (which she happened to consider to be the voice of Boreas) was as chatty as ever. Telling her all sorts of interesting things about the other air elementals in the area. Including a whisper of one that had arrived not long ago. One who looked like her other daughters and had a strong grip on her element.
Shrugging off thoughts about her children, something she'd learned to do years ago, Diana settled onto the grass and tried to clear her mind of thoughts. Not really that hard to do as her familiar pointed out with something like a laugh, but she ignored that. Or so she thought she'd be able to stop thinking about them. "I just want them all back like we were," she murmured, calling up a breeze that swirled nearby leaves and snapped off bits of grass. Maybe another storm was in order. There was only one of her children she didn't know the fate of, just one. The girls (and Dashiell) may not have been well taken care of but they were alive and well enough. Cheila? No word or whisper of her yet, except for that little thing from the wind that she didn't know was true. The wind had tried telling her the twins were in England after all and Dashiell in Spain.
"You'll find her," Breeze assured, ruffling her feathers from her perch on a nearby log. "The others came around, one more isn't so many."
"One is just as important as every other one," Diana informed her owl vaguely, more focused on reading the winds to see if there was another storm coming soon. Hopefully there was. Her temper was always a lot better then and Barnabas didn't look at the sky as much. "What's the point of coming so far and giving up with just one left? Nothing." Couldn't go back to Greece - she'd briefly forgotten they had bought a home here - without all of them.