âWell, right now, you seem to be thinking of lots of spiraling, swirly thoughts!â Mist said, struggling to be heard over the wind, but speaking with no real sense of urgency. âItâs really got all the spirits around you all worked up in a tizzy! So try to let those thoughts go, okay?â
Mist pushed some of the hair out of her face, trying to think of advice she could give. She always had a sort of natural sense of understanding when it came to her void magic, and never had any problems with it. So, coming up with some way to help was a little strange.
âInstead⌠let me see⌠If you donât want wind, then you should probably think some good, earthy, grounded thoughts. After all, thatâs the opposite of a whirlwind, right? Itâs up to you, but Iâd recommend a hearty turnip popping out of the ground to say hello!â
This woman was strangely calm given the situation, but Gretel had more important things to worry about. Namely, stopping this wind from tearing the store apart. Maybe the odd, white-haired woman could help her.
Earthy, grounded thoughts? She could do that. Gretel imagined a peaceful meadow with no wind. At the same time, she slowed her breathing.
That seemed to do the trick. Slowly, the wind began to slow to a gentle breeze. She continued thinking of the meadow, even imagining some cute wildlife. The breeze lingered for a bit but soon dissipated, leaving only a terrible mess in its wake.
Once the commotion stopped, Gretel opened her eyes. The utter disarray of the store was jarring and there was no one to blame for the damage but herself. She let out a disheartened sigh. How much would this cost her?
Oh, and apparently she had wind powers.