The painted mare roused only slightly as the storm deepened, her pretty eyes flicking open and then fluttering shut once more. She'd seen plenty of storms over her years, both in the Cove and here, in the Prairie, and she had never truly had cause to fear them. Especially not tucked into the small grove of trees near the border as she was, protected from the worst of the weather.

Or so she thought, anyway. The tenor of the wind changed, going from incessant chatter to a deep howl that reverberated through the trees. She frowned and allowed herself to raise her head in alarm, blinking the sleep from her eyes just as hail began to rain down from the heavens above. "Hael? Where ar-" Aurelie nickered in alarm, attempting to call for her grown daughter, and began to hastily rise to her hooves, although she did not move fast enough to stop the hail from knocking a branch down onto her head. The branch broke against her poll and left her dazed, pushing her down to her knees while the odd hailstone managed to pelt her rump and back.

"Lohan!" She called out, her voice throaty and the name half garbled as she scrambled to try and find her feet. Both of her children were well past the age of needing her in any real capacity, but that didn't stop her from worrying about them first. A roar began to pick up around her, although she could not differentiate it from the roaring in her head at first. It wasn't until she felt the wind suddenly die out and then pick back up that she realized it was not normal and went haphazardly racing out of the trees to stare in horror at the swirling mass of wind and dust reaching down from the sky.