The wind began to blow heavily, when Adira approached the wooden pot, causing the trees to dance at the command of the wind.
She stepped forward, bending down to take her own water, but the pot shattered into pieces before them. One of its pieces, slogged into her skin, causing her severe pains.
Everyone in the line began to move backwards, they couldn't understand what was happening. The wind blew harder, and immediately began to disperse everything in the shrine.
Adira lifted her head to meet the diviner. She was expecting him to at least explain what was happening, but her eyes had met a very dark gaze which pierced deep into her soul.
"I'm pleading we all exercise some patience."
The diviner sounded. He motioned his words, signaling them to maintain their usual calmness, but the wind was too heavy for them to stand. It dispersed the tree branches, and also made the women fight for their dresses.
