[Aditi] stood amidst these seven children.
She tip-toed forward, her pale yellow sari stretching longer and longer, rustling as it extended, seemingly infinite. As it spread and weaved, it intertwined into cradles, enveloping the seven children layer by layer.
[Aditi] held the seven children.
She carefully lifted a child and saw that the child was wrapped in a warm breeze, like the warm wind of a spring day.
Then she turned and walked to another sari cradle.
In this cradle,
a newborn baby cried, uttering wails, and with the cry, a cool and cold night breeze burst forth from the baby's mouth.
The chill rose, and the wild wind surged, as if on a cool water's edge at night.
"Storm Power!"
[Aditi] murmured to herself.
Having said that, she turned her head to glance at the seven children and felt different storm powers emanating from each of their bodies.
She held the child and flew up into the air.
Whoosh!
[Aditi] flew through the sky.
