day 7. (went to town yesterday so nothing was written.) 1,418. for a total of 12783

They both forgot the weather, and failed to notice when the first set of buses left and the after school clubs began. They were not the only one who did so, but Newton’s students were heavily out numbered by Hammer’s and Sara was the only female from Newton that stayed, which is not a place an unmarried female wants to be. The fact that she didn’t notice would let them know she was not as board and confused as she should be. However she was not thinking about that as she watched the data on the screens, and saw the storm build.

The data from one balloon was showing a massive change in wind speed. Sara frowned. “Why is just the middle balloon showing an increase? That is not what I would expect. I though the upper air moved faster than the lower. And shouldn’t the bottom leave be picking up as well?”

“The middle moving at a much greater rate indicates a nasty kind of storm. Give me a bit and I will take a look. It is likely a mistake in the altitude reader. They get frazzled. You shouldn’t be seeing anything like that as those type of storms tend to happen manly over undeveloped lands. The few times they have been reported around towns they moved in and there was a lengthy amount of warning. Have seen no signs of that in this one. The theory is they need the free play of energy to form. That buildings block some of the bouncing that the magic energy can do. But we are still trying to get a handle on how magic and weather affect each other, well along with a dozen other things about that energy.” He got close enough to the see what she was. “Holly. Good catch kid. John something is wrong here! This storm is changing to fast.”

Another voice said. “What? How the. I’m on it now. I totally forgot to watch right above us. I didn’t think this field was big enough to have any effect. I am on it now, but make sure things are tied down. It is going to get windy fast.”

Sara blinked and looked up. “What?” She stopped as she saw the tangles of light. It ran in lines, some times loping or rippling. A lot like the river. They colors didn’t mix on there own though storms or the dryads and gnomes would mix them sometimes. They never tangled like what she saw now. “Um Abraim shouldn’t we be moving inside?” As she watched something started carefully tugging lines away from the biggest knot and slowly one of the streams in the knot started moving. Like someone was trying to teas it free. She looked around to see if there was fury or other sprite, the school was blessed but she knew the elders were wrong about that keeping them away. However she couldn’t see any of the magical beings. So who would be playing with the streams? There were only a few school kids and the visitors, which was odd. There was usually a few gnomes at least in the field, they must have taken cover for the storm. She should try to get Abraim’s attention again. But they never played with the streams when they weren’t in sight.

She looked around again and this time saw one of the visitors seemed to be wrapped in a stream, and as she watched another strand of the same color broke away from the knot and joined the one around him. She blinked, not sure what she was seeing. A breeze came up, causing her to look back at the screen, the barometric presser was the steady but the wind was increasing. She noticed another increase as another stream was pulled out of the knot. She frowned, trying to understand what was going on. The energy was tied to the storm she knew that. It was what made it so scary since the bombs full and magic returned. But what was going on? Why were the streams wrapping around the man? They only did that with the magic beings as far as she knew. So why? A stream of a different color broke of and the pressure changed causing her attention to change. She looked quickly at the vane and saw it swing from green to orange. She said. “Abraim!” It must have came out louder than she intended for he was not the only one to look at her, then where she was looking.

Mr. Ritter said. “Time to head for the school everyone. No more buses will go until the worst of the storm passes, I don’t want anyone stranded on the road.”

That was when Sara realized just how few were out in the field. She looked over at Abraim. “He said more buses. We might have a problem.”

Abraim nodded. “I wasn’t watching. I completely forgot the time. I will come up with something. Don’t worry.”

Sara knew he couldn’t fix it, but also realized there was no point in worrying about it now. Their father would do what he would. She looked back and realized that the visitor with the streams around him wasn’t moving. She said. “Did everyone hear? I fear it will be here soon.”

Mr. Bursh said. “Don’t worry about John. He won’t be that far behind us.”

Sara didn’t really here what he said, but nodded and started moving. There was something about the light wrapping him that was bugging her. She felt like she was missing something. They made to the door as the wind started howling. There were a few other students waiting inside, and was relived to see few Newton girls waiting there. Granted they were the ones in the clubs that Sara’s father found to be inappropriate, but at least she wouldn’t be the only girl on the bus home after the storm. That might help a bit. She relaxed and looked back out side watching the storm. Wishing she could figure out what was bugging her. A clap of thunder ratted the windows and the lights went out.

Mr. Ritter said. “Everyone stay put wail I get the lamps lit. I don’t want to trip over anyone.” Soon there was light in the hall again.

Then the door opened and the last person came in, dripping. “Sorry about the rain.”

Mr. Ritter cleared his throat. “Not the first time the floor has been dripped on.

Sara realized she was staring at the dripping man and looked away, ashamed of her self. But sure it wasn’t Mr. Ritter he had been addressing, and she was certain he was going to say more, but Mr. Ritter stopped him. Why would he? It sounded almost like he was. Wait there was no rain with the storm. So how? The light! That’s it the dryads were only wrapped like that when they were using it. But he wasn’t a dryad. So what did it have to do with him? But clearly. Oh no! He was a dark one. A magic worker. But then. So the elders were not just trying to sure them. There were humans who could work with the energy. But he didn’t look evil, but then would evil look evil? She rubbed her head and looked at the light around her. Wondering for the first time just what it meant that she could see it. It had always been there. But no one had made a big deal and surly as a child she would have talked about the light and the sprites. Most little kids did talk about the sprites until they were old enough to know better. But they didn’t talk to them, and often it was more like they made it up then saw them But if this was a big deal then. Wait that could be why Grandma Anna had made her promise not to talk of it, but. Well why did no one know?

Abraim said. “Are you all right Sara? Don’t worry, it is to late in the school year for him to force you to stop, and this is on me any way. I told you to stay with me remember. It is not like you could very well force me to leave. You did try.”

Sara said. “It’s not that. I just think I am getting the head ace Anna said I was going to. I am certain that this was a dry storm.”