The Craving only the Wind Knows

Eugene here. The Girl is hiding in the sea, where she believes her skin might be better prepared for the weather ahead. I took some time off from Race Training because I sensed that she would be in need of my services. As expected, I was dispatched to fly above a volcano, capture the fire, and bring back a treasure of light. I was also instructed to keep a close eye on her soul, which had recently been spotted dancing under the moonlight in a form not previously recognized. And just as I was about to begin planting the glass vials (that hold her precious tears) beneath the earth for shattering effect... I was recalled from my mission. It would seem that some form of distress had taken hold of The Girl's heart, and so I immediately began to fly home. Every now and again, she is startled by the silence of a skipped heartbeat. The wind could not carry me fast enough, so I had to make an emergency landing on a cloud and await further instruction. When it was finally safe to fly again, I found her curled up and holding her breath, waiting for What Comes Next. Once I opened the treasure of firelight and warmed her with it, she began to tell me the tale of her disturbing vision in the darkness. I reassured her that all was well, and she agreed that sometimes nightmares serve only as reminders to seek the safety of friendship in the face of tumultuous winds.