Everything around her was so strange and only continued to get stranger. The storm still raged, inside and out but in the moment they touched each other it was as if she were in the eye of the storm. It was as if they were the eye of the storm. There was the chaos and there was the calm.

With Rufio’s nearness, she knew she was going to be okay, and he would be there for her. But she never would have wished to tie him down. She could see by looking at him, he was just as free as she was, though fate apparently still drew him to her, and her to him. Just like the call of the storm and the seas around her, she did not have it in her to deny the bond to the face that looked at her now. Fate looking back at her through his green eyes. Her love for Thor, however, ran deep, strengthened by the friendship and yearning of years. As she pulled away from Rufio’s touch, her white head hung low between her shoulders, as if the weight of the water that darkened her finally had its way. Her distress was as clear as the lightning flashing through the sky. Shoulders haunched more against the feelings within than the lash of the rain without. She had not thought she would have cared so deeply about so many. Slowly realizations began to dawn in her mind, sinking deep into her consciousness.

I don’t understand. She confessed softly to the boy in front of her. Once she had thought she would care for few, tossed aside and brought up only by the strength of Zeus. Her thoughts continued to whirl around, it was impossible for her to pick a stick from the twisting wind.