Whirrr~
Wind sounded like a whistle as it grew in intensity. Loose ends of clothing began to flap helplessly under its power. Hair unable to stay still, it began to point in the direction of which wind flowed.
For a second the wind stopped. Sounds of cars humming and horns blaring filled one's ears. Those who became victim to the wind's power gained a moment of rest before it picked up again.
"James. . . if I can call you that."
Akiol placed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Acting as an anchor the jacket no longer flapped as helplessly. The chill with wind brought was a healthy dose of reality. One Akiol wasn't quite willing to shut out so soon.
"It's not like the name is wrong.", he replied simply.
Rebecca sighed, "You kept me waiting. But I feel as if what I'm about to hear isn't going to be to my liking."
"Most likely not."
"So the truth?"
"As promised."
