Date: Tuesday, 10 Nov 1992 12:27:45 EST From: Message-ID: <92315.122745BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [R] Hazy: It takes two to tangle References: <1992Nov9.123257.8544@iscsvax.uni.edu> After setting the sail on fire Hazy drifted back from the mast of the pirate ship a short ways and began to reform to a more human shape. The whirling and sparking cloud began to elongate and take on a dark gray hue, streaked with a lighter grayish-blue. Flashes of light came and went in the depths of her form. As she watched the flames spread from the sail and worked on her transformation suddenly Hazy was hit by a powerful blast of wind. She seemed to be fraying like a sweater, her substance streamed out with the wind and thinned out to nothingness and bits of gray puff, that also disappeared. She was annoyed. It was very distracting being blown around like that. The easiest way to handle a strong wind was to just dissolve into it and then reform. As the particles that were Hazy sailed away on the gust they formed a thought that the wind upon which they rode could be useful if tamed,--like a wild horse. Those particles began to swirl their own complex patterns, a push here, a spin there and now a surge in concert!! Hazy rode the wind out a ways over the water and then brought it racing back at the Cote d'Azur. Her target was not the blowhard that had created the gust, instead it was the still working square sail on the second mast. She intended to go splat up against it to try and shift the slowly sinking and burning pirate ship away from the Arcas. Suddenly the big square sail on the aft mast bellied out with a snap and the Cote d'Azur creaked and shifted away from the Arcas. The people on deck fought to keep their balance, grabbing at whatever was in reach. What was left of the gust of wind, and Hazy with it, sifted down the flat of the sail and then were caught up in the less powerful wake of the breeze and drifted underneath the sail, across the deck and out over the water. Hazy had spent a lot of her energy and needed to do some recharging. Off to the East were some huge, gleeming white mountains of cumulus clouds. Their convection currents and the energy of the approaching front that they signified sounded awfully good to Hazy. In a particulate sort of sense, she dog-paddled off in that direction. Besides, all that smoke was really beginning to make her itch. She hoped her companions would be alright and resolved to return as soon as she had recharged. Hazy