Three women in fantasy attire, one interacting with intricate machinery, stand before a stormy sky with lightning and dark clouds over a village.

Storm clouds filled the horizon, spilling out from one of the great crevasses cleaved into the world like black smoke from a noxious fire. Lightning flashed up and down, illuminating the nearly black blues and purples for moments and revealing winged things aloft in those clouds. Astrid swore she saw one of those bigger shapes devour a lesser bat-winged being in one of those flashes of light. That was heading their way slowly, the village leaders for miles around had assembled all the best wind wielders available. She waved to her mother and ‘middle’ sister. “Sanna, Mama, come on, I have wind powers,” Astrid complained. “We know Astrid,” Sanna groaned, “If you ever develop enough to fly maybe you can help break storms. Until then, just keep to your metal tinkering.” Astrid gasped, “Do not let Papa or Karina hear you say a thing like that!” “Sanna, stop picking fights!” their mom snapped, “Astrid! ... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to consider what is and isn’t possible.” Long soft auburn hair and gleaming eyes, her mother and sister were nearly the spitting image of each other. Their eyes were different colors, Astrid matched the gleaming blue of their mother’s eyes while Sanna had the glittering orange of their father. In spite of that slight difference and the natural one of age, they looked at Astrid with the exact same air of disappointment and exasperation. Astrid was familiar with that sting, but she still struggled with her response. “Hey, makes good money, right?” Sanna Ver más